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Taking a Deep Breath - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt


"Try taking a deep breath" I suggested. She sat in front of me, breasts heaving, trying to catch her breath. She appeared at my door moments ago, wild-eyed and trembling. "Detective Case?" she had gasped. I knew she was frightened by something. Hey, I'm a detective, right? So I put my sleuthing skills to the test as she crumpled into my office chair.

"How can I help you?" I asked in my best-ever inquiring detective voice.

She swallowed hard, averted her eyes and folded her arms over those heaving breasts. My detecting skills determined she was amply endowed.

"What was that?" I said. Good Lord. I'd been so busy inspecting, urm, detecting her heaving bazooms I'd zoned out.

"I said 'Can you help me?'"

"Yes, of course" I coughed as I shifted my gaze, regretfully, to her face. My detecting senses switched into high gear. I realized I'd seen that face before. "Wait a minute" I said with surprise "I've seen your face before." And those heaving breasts I thought to myself.

"Yes" she said and lowered her eyes coquettishly. "I'm Henrietta the Jalapeño Popper Princess."

Of course, I thought, I'd seen her on late night local PBS TV pushing poppers to people like me who can't sleep. Jalapeño poppers. But my sleuthing abilities should have determined this because, man, she was hot.

"Someone's killed Pierre" she moaned.

"Pierre?"

"Yes, Pierre, the portly pepper popper promoter. I push peppers for Pierre."

"You push peppers?"

"Yes, silly" she replied purposefully, "on Public TV in Pittsburgh."

"Yes, yes you do. And may I say you're a very pretty pepper popper pusher."

She fluttered her eyelashes and avoided my gaze. Hey, at least I was staring at her eyes.

"I want you to relax Ms Popper Princess. Like I tell all my clients 'Case is on the case'" I said smugly. That was an expression I'd come up with all on my own. I even had business cards to that effect. A case of them.

"Let me see if I can sum things up for us. Your pal Pierre the portly pepper popper promoter employs you - Henrietta the Jalapeño Popper Princess - to push poppers in Pittsburgh on Public Television for which you get paid. But now your pay has been pre-empted because a person has popped Pierre?" I proclaimed.

Her penetrating pupils made me palpitate as she purred "Perfect!" She perkily proclaimed "So you can solve this case, Mr., um, Case!".

"Probably."




Comments

Laura Alonso said…
Wonderfully bonkers and fun. Love the great "insights" of Detective Case!
Katy B. said…
Much to my chagrin, I must admit I find you a humorous Dufus. At first I thought you had PBS mixed up with QVC, but now I get it. *rimshot*
:)
nonamedufus said…
I had some fun with this one.
ReformingGeek said…
For some reason, I need to P.


Nice job, Pufus.


Sorry, my Pinkie is stuck on the letter pee.


I'm leaving now.
nonamedufus said…
Positively preposterous.
Kir said…
PERFECT post for the prompt...;)
Was it fun? (Reading this, it seemed like it would have been fun to write)
nonamedufus said…
It was lots of fun for me. Glad it was for you too.
Tara R. said…
And Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. Steve Martin's voice was in my head while I read this. Funny stuff.
TMW Hickman said…
Hahahaha! I really needed this today. Brilliant!
nonamedufus said…
Actually, once I'd written this up, this came to mind...

http://youtu.be/sKGtb1t9iVw
nonamedufus said…
Glad you enjoyed it!
jannaverse said…
I love jalapeno poppers... especially the ones that are filled with cheddar instead of cream cheese.

When I partake of pepperoni pizza, I prefer to pilfer a plethora of pepper packets. Perfect piquant pleasantness. (Plus paper plates).

I think I need to wipe off my computer screen.
nonamedufus said…
Good to see you up and about Janna. I've missed that unique sense of humour of yours. I've got some Windex if you need it.

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