“Marco!”
Hunger Games* #quote
Today our family finished watching a reality show we had recorded to
watch. It was a really real reality show as real as reality shows can
really get you really know how really real they are really. Maybe
totally really unreal for real. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
It's Elementalary My Dear Merlin
“Why it's elementalary my dear Merlin!” proclaimed the genius
detective-wizard Warlock Hollows. “When you look at all the magical
elements at the scene of the crime everything comes together!”
I looked at his cocky smile as he grabbed pointed his finger in the
air at some invisible idea light bulb he wanted to point out to
everyone. With that arrogant attitude of his and his constant
patronization of me I wondered sometimes why I even bothered to stick
around. Oh, right. He paid me. How many people did he have to go
through to find someone who would be willing to put up with him
explaining things to him like they are a child as his “note-taker”?
(Really I think he needed either the validation or someone to bounce
ideas off of. If either was true he would never admit it.) I will
admit though I do admire his genius...probably his only
redeeming quality.
He continued his explanation, using me as a rehearsal for the police
even though he would probably be much more polite with them, “See
my boy, if you remember all I've taught you, there are so many
elementalary magical elements to take in at a crime scene. These
scorch marks are not natural at all. You can see the sparkling white
dust left behind, completely different from ash. The footprints on
the floor. Muddy, but matching no shoe. Just large round circles
Whoever broke in also left no fingerprints, yet managed to move
everything to get to the safe and blow it open. Also the foot prints
end at the blast. Meaning that the perpetrator took the blast to the
face before breaking out the other window.”
I took notes as instructed. I'd already knew exactly what happened,
but as I was paid to do I asked, “What does that mean Warlock?”
“The crime must have been committed by a golem wielding fairy
dust! Only a creature of rock would leave behind such round
footprints and no fingerprints and be able to take the blast that
blew open the safe. Also the sparkling substance is the typical
residue of fairy dust. You should read up on your explosives to keep
up on our crime solving.”
I resisted speaking. So I merely thought my words in my head. “I
do read up on explosives for this reason if I need to “suggest”
something to move you along...but ah, well my job is to make you feel
smart.”
The genius kept working on the crime scene without a doubt in his
ability with great efficiency.
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