Something Was Missing - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt

Detective Brown and Inspector Baker had been investigating the case of The Canvas Bag Murderer. The same man had committed twelve murders and according to witnesses he had always been carrying a canvas bag.

The manner of each murder was intriguing. The victim hadn't been shot. Nor had he been knifed or beaten. "Something was missing" said Brown. "What?" said Baker, who was hard of hearing. "Missing" said Brown. "I said something was missing". In each case the cause of death had been poison. An odd MO as no one had seen how it had been administered.

Brown and Baker were reviewing the dockets of each victim in an attempt to tie the murders together in the hopes of leading them to the murderer. However, said Brown again "Something was missing". "Say what?" asked Baker. "Missing" cried Brown, frustrated. "I said something was missing". There was nothing to tie the murder victims together.

Frustrated, the pair took a coffee break and stepped outside for a smoke.

It was a Friday night but something was missing. Usually at this time of night, Lombard Street outside the precinct was full of the dregs of society - druggies, alcoholics, pimps and prostitutes. But something was missing, thought Brown, the street was empty and all was quiet save for a single homeless fellow shuffling along the sidewalk with a pillow case full of the man's possessions.

"Spare a quarter" said the old man. "Have you any small change?"

Inspector Baker took pity on the man and fished into his pocket.

"Please, just place it into the sack" said the vagrant.

"Wait" he thought he heard Detective Brown shout. "Something is missing."

Too late. An asp, hidden in the canvas pillow case, fatally bit the Inspector.

"I thought you said something was missing again" croaked Baker with his last breath.

"Hissing" cried Brown. "I said something was hissing."

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! ...

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I Am Charlie, I'm A Bore

Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Mel Gibson, Tom Cruise, Colin Farrel...you know the list, it goes on and on. The list of Hollywood hick-ups who not content to meltdown behind closed doors have to drag each and every detail out into the light of day and share it with all of us. Well, add Charlie Sheen to that luckless and lascivious list of losers. In the past few days he's been on every major media soapbox complaining abut how he's been treated and how he's misunderstood. Last night he spent an hour on ABC's 20/20 "in his own words". Charlie, you should have stuck to the script. "I have a highly evolved brain". You know I never did like that song by Helen Reddy in the 70s "I Am Woman". But I have to say the melody really leant itself well to a parody of Hollywood's latest flame-out, Charlie Sheen. Although I never thought I'd hear myself say this, my sincerest apologies to Helen Reddy. And now if you're ready (a little play on wor...

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