Mystery of The Blondes


It was a sick love affair. The only connection between the two was between the sheets and gambling. Stella walked through the front door after kissing her husband goodbye on  his way to work. The routine was that under the housecoat she was fully dressed, ready to go meet her lover and spend seven glorious hours with John.

John, in my opinion was a no good womanizer out to use who ever he could for a few cheap thrills. John had never been married. He did have a few kids floating around the world, but he never saw them. He always managed to skip town once he heard the word pregnant.

Now he was hidden away in a posh hotel in California. He made his big bucks from knowing the tricks of gambling and he celebrated his wins with beautiful, blonde babes. When Stella walked through that front door she didn’t meet John with a pouty kiss. She instead saw a beautiful blonde sitting on the side of the king size bed.

She looked the lady over with a two second glance, noticing the breasts that were about to fall out of her dress. In the other woman’s hands she saw a gun. ” Where’s John? What did you do to him? Did you kill him?”

” No honey, I am from the management of this joint. A call came in about a half an hour or so ago that he needed room service. I knocked but no one answered so I used my card to get in and this is what I found.”

” Well why are you holding the gun? Did you call the police? What’s your name by the way?” Stella went closer and leaned over those milky white bosoms and looked at her name tag. ” Veronica, that’s your name doll? Well, did you call the police yet?” Veronica threw the gun down on the bed as if she was holding a rattler. She began to sob loudly. ” No, no I haven’t called the police. I told you, I just got here only minutes before you did. By the way, who are you?”

” It don’t matter who I am. You don’t need to worry your pretty little blonde head off, call the police.”

” I, I can’t, you call them, I am just a wreck. I couldn’t begin to talk to a stranger sounding like this. I have to go, yes, I have to go. I need to get myself composed.” With that Veronica got up and sobbed her way out of the door leaving Stella standing there trying to figure out what to do.

Should she make that call? What if they suspected  her? Cops always suspected the one who calls. She didn’t have the cleanest record on earth. She had been picked up once before for shoplifting and a few months back she was caught in the back seat of a car with another man.

If she picked up that phone she would leave her fingerprints on it. She stared at the gun and then it dawned on her, where was John. She walked into the bathroom and there he lay on the floor. His eyes were bugged open. He was laying on his back and blood was spilling on the floor.

Stella leaned over the toilet and vomited. She had never seen a dead person. They look so, well they look so darn dead. She turned and fled back to the front door and ran out. Leaning against the wall she tried to catch her breath. She tried to get her heart beat to slow down. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She hadn’t pulled the trigger, but she was there.

Stella wiped the tears from her eyes and straightened her hair with her fingers. She started to walk away when a cop appeared. ” I don’t think you are going anywhere mam. Is your name Stella More? Let’s go back inside the room. We need to talk.”

Stella turned and walked slowly back inside. The cop shut the door behind him. ” I remember you Stella. You are the one I caught in the back seat with that guy. Looked to me like you were having a pretty good time. Is this what you do with your life? Doesn’t your husband satisfy you at home?”

Stella didn’t reply to any of his comments. Instead she looked down at her lap and started rubbing her hands together like a nervous cat. She looked up at the cop and said, ” I didn’t do it. I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. I walked in her and saw this blonde sitting on the bed holding a gun. Go a head, go to the office. Her name is Veronica and she works here at the motel. She asked me to call the police because she was too upset to do it herself.”

The cop called in to the front office asking for Veronica to come to room 400. Within minutes a nice chap walked in dressed in a pin-striped suit. His badge was gold and it had the name Dave on it. ” I am the hotel manager. I understand you are looking for an employee named Veronica. I am sorry, there is no one working  here by that name. Could it be another name?”

The cop looked at Stella and then thanked Dave for responding so quick. He told him he could go that he would handle everything from here on out. Dave left and closed the door behind him. ” Well honey it looks like all fingers are pointing at you. I guess you have got yourself in some boiling water now.”

The cop walked over to the bed where Stella was sitting. He sat down beside her and placed her hand in his. He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. He leaned over and touched her hair and then forced her mouth open sticking his tongue in. His manhood began to come alive and he thrust her back on the bed.

” Seems to me Stella that you crave sex and you will do anything to keep your secret safe. I think I should have a taste of what you have to offer”. He stood up quickly and unbuckled his pants and unzipped the zipper. Throwing himself over her he tore at her skirt and spread her legs apart. Just as he was about to enter her he slumped over her.

Blood started trickling out of his mouth, dripping down on her face. She shoved him off of her and sat up. What the, who, what the hell just happened. He is dead, who did it? She ran into the bathroom and looking in the mirror. She leaned over and scrubbed her face with soap and water. She had to get home. She had to get out of here. The hell with everyone, I’m done. No more affairs, I am going to go back to being a bored  housewife.

She studied herself in the mirror just long enough to put her hairs back into place and wipe any smudges of make-up from her eyes. She straightened her clothes and turned to leave the hotel room. When she turned the doorknob to leave there stood Veronica. ” Going somewhere honey?”

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Who’s The Killer?


Who’s The Killer?

I was sitting in a parking spot, looking over my hair and face before going inside for an appointment. I looked around, just being nosy, to see if there was anyone I recognized and I saw this nice van sitting beside me.

Nothing special, just navy blue, looked like it is always kept in a garage type of clean. But what got me was a sign in the window. Now this was just an ordinary sign you can buy…

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Who’s The Killer?


I was sitting in a parking spot, looking over my hair and face before going inside for an appointment. I looked around, just being nosy, to see if there was anyone I recognized and I saw this nice van sitting beside me.

Nothing special, just navy blue, looked like it is always kept in a garage type of clean. But what got me was a sign in the window. Now this was just an ordinary sign you can buy at any variety store. It was the words that got my attention.

It said, Beware, wife buried in trunk. Now first off, there is no trunk in a van. So I breathed a short sigh of relief on that part.  I glanced around the parking lot as if I was waiting for the butcher to come get in the monster beside me.butcher

I didn’t see anyone who looked  like they may have killed their wife, but who knows what killers look like? Do they have a TM symbol on their forehead? I doubt it.

I clutched my cell phone and my legs tensed up. Should I call the police? Should I get out of the car or wait a few extra minutes? After all I am usually always early by a few. I sat there, barely breathing.

Eyes searching left to right without turning my head. I noticed inside the lady I was to meet was tapping her foot and pointing to her watch. She was wondering where in the world the lady was she was to meet with.

Right here, right here inside me car. Don’t you see me? Can’t you see that i am in a terrible situation right now? Can’t you read the fear in my eyes?

She didn’t seem to notice as she began to pace back and forth on that dull, gray carpet. I choked on my own lack of spit as I realized I had not breathed in seconds. Taking a deep breath I inhaled and licked my lips.

The lady inside was looking out one window and then another. She spotted me. Oh my gosh lady. I am not late. Please realize there is a killer near the two of us. Any moment he is going to come out those doors. He is going to realize by looking at my pale face that I know his secret.

She leaned in a little and recognized that I am the one she is waiting for. She taps her watch face and I can see the formed words on her lips saying, get in here. I want to be able to go to lunch on time.

I slowly put my cell in my purse. Taking the keys out of the ignition I drop them softly inside with my cell. I glance around trying not to let the lady realize that I am a big chicken, too afraid of who may get me.

I take a hold of the car door and start to release it to open when a man in a black suit  comes out of the door. He is walking towards me. He gets to the van and he hesitates a moment. He sees my big eyes and my ghost face.

He grabs a hold of his stomach and laughs just like Santa Claus would. I stare at him, my mind going blank.

He comes near me, and then before I know it he is right beside me. He taps on my window. I open the door a smidge waiting to see what it is he wants. He points to the sign in the back of the van window.

” Is that what you are scared about young lady? Don’t be frightened. The kids at my church are always pulling pranks on me. I get used to it. I used to scold them for being so ornery but then I discovered that things like this give me an opportunity to get to know  people and invite them to our church.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and a small grin came over my face. I got out of the car and the two of us shook hands and introduced ourselves. He told me what church he was minister over  and I explained I was late for a job interview.

This was thirty years ago. My husband and I still laugh at this when we think back to the days of how we met.

Picture it & Write, Blind Sight Edition


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The moon was bright as he made his way out into the dark streets. The lamp posts joined with the moon gave enough light to see where he stepped.

Dressed in dark clothing he walked towards one lighted post. Standing under it giving off a soft glow he waited. I peeked out my bedroom window to gaze at the stars. Dressed in my nightgown shivers rippled down my spine as I spotted the night walker.

My eyes fixated on him, drying out from lack of blinking I wondered if he could see me too. I pulled my collar closer around my neck and pulled my vanity chair closer to the window. As if I was sneaking around I sat down trying to be so motionless, less I catch his eyes looking in my direction.

The stranger paced back and forth. His stride taking in the specks of glass on the sidewalk  reflecting from the light. He stopped and turned. Did he see me? He pulled his wide-brimmed hat down towards his chin. Maybe he was getting chilled as I was.

The game of mouse to see who would catch who first. He turned and looked. He was looking in my direction. Oh my God, has he seen me staring at him without permission?  I froze in my seat. I breathed when forced. He quickly looked a way and I breathed slowly out.

He glanced up and down the streets and then moved a way from the light and out of my view. I leaned over to my vanity and took a cigarette out of the gold holder. My hands shook as I tried to light it. I inhaled deeply hoping that the drug would bring a peace over my trembling body.

I put the butt out in the ash tray and started to stand to pull the blinds shut when I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye. My God, he is back. Cemented to my chair I didn’t move. My eyes couldn’t do anything but blink. Fluttering and causing my eyes to water. I squeezed them tight trying to wash a way the fear.

I saw two lovers holding hands on the opposite corner from him. He made no motion to approach them as they stopped to embrace each other. They continued their walk and I saw the black shadow take something out of his shirt pocket. A dim light proved to me that he was a smoker.

What is he doing? I can see him pulling something else out of his coat pocket. Is he going to try to hurt me? Is he angry because I have been spying into his private life?  I lean down a little as to hide my body but unable to take my eyes a way from him. I know my shadow still reflects in his view.

I see him take the item and place it to his ear. He is talking on a cell phone. My God woman, you are losing your mind. You have let the shadows over take your mind. The eerie moon with the deformed shadows have spooked you. .

Just because he reminds you of the story long ago about the headless horseman doesn’t give you permission to flip out now.  I watch him still unable to move. I see another form walking up the street.She is coming his way.

I suck in my breath waiting to see what he will do as the stranger comes closer. She approaches him on the same side of the street. Watch out lady. He is up to no good. Cross the street lady. Get on the other side. Better yet, turn the other way and run for your life.

She comes closer and he is standing still watching her every move. Closer she gets. My breathing has stopped.  I watch my hands glued to the edge of my seat. She is there. She is standing in front of him.

The two bodies are facing each other. The moon gives off a bright glimmer that surrounds the two standing so close. She takes his hat off and drops it to the ground. He wraps his coat around her and her body disappears. In one motion he lifts her body so that her feet are surrounded by air. His coat drops to the ground and he twirls her around three times.

He stands her gently on hard ground and bends into her kissing her lips for what seems to be forever. The two become separate. She gives him his hat and he slips his coat on. They lock hands and the two start walking a way. He turns back as if he has forgotten something. He looks up at my window and waves and then the two continue their journey.

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