Lost Leads – Little Fears

Lost…

October 1, 2018 LittleFears35 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 28

“Call just come in ma’am,” said Sally.

“Are we needed?” asked Lily.

“Afraid so,” said Sally. “The whole of Yorkshires police force has lost an entire town.”

“Darn,” said Lily. “Any details?”

“Not yet,” replied Sally. “They are looking for Leeds.”

Ahahaha. Do ya get it? Lost Leeds! Losing leads… Finding Leads… Bwahaha. I’ve spent three months naming these plotlines for that payoff. It was worth it, right? Right? Right?… I think I can hear crickets… Oh…

Thank you for joining me on these wee tales. I certainly hope you enjoyed Lily and Sally’s adventures. They ended a few days behind schedule, doh, but we’ll have a new series starting tomorrow, internet connection willing. See ya then!

Anitas Funeral

October 1, 2018 LittleFears27 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 27

“Will you going to her funeral?” asked Sally.

“Yes,” said Lily. “Despite our differences, we do go back a long way. I believe there will be less than five people there.”

“Will you be honouring her last request?” asked Polly.

“What was the last request?” asked Sally.

“That she gets a glass coffin,” replied Lily. “Remains to be seen.”

Explosive End

October 1, 2018 LittleFears21 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 26

“Oh, no!” cried Anita.

Moments later an explosion was heard from inside the dry cleaners. Parts of a clock and scraps of a dynamite sleeve flew through the window.

Lily picked up the broken bomb and turned it over in her hands. “It looks like Anita created a bomb activated by puns.”

“Well,” said Sally, “that blew up in her face.”

Crabby Crime

September 30, 2018 LittleFears30 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 25

“OK, let’s get in there,” said Lily.

“We have to wait a moment,” replied Sally.

“Why?” asked Lily.

“Because there are crabs everywhere on the pavement outside,” pointed out Sally.

“Crabs?” asked Lily.

“Yeah,” replied Sally. “They are using the sidewalk.”

Timed Out

September 29, 2018 LittleFears21 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 24

“Anita,” called Lily. “We know you are in there, come out with your hands up!”

“I can’t,” shouted Anita. “I’m busy!”

“Doing what?” called back Lily.

“I have my eye on an online auction for a vintage timepiece,” hollered Anita.

“Put it on your watch list,” ordered Lily.

Energy Drunk

September 28, 2018 LittleFears30 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 23

“Sounds like you have known her a long a time,” said Sally.

“Yes,” sighed Lily. “Unfortunately we go way back.”

“Did she start her criminal life with small crimes?” asked Sally.

“Well, her first crime was stealing one thousand cases of Red Bull,” replied Lily.

“My word,” said Sally. “How does she sleep at night?”

Marrow Fat

September 27, 2018 LittleFears31 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 22

“She could be going after her bone marrow donor,” pondered Lily.

“Oh, aye?” questioned Sally.

“She needed a transplant some years back from around here,” said Lily.

“Was it successful?” asked Sally.

“Oh yes,” said Lily. “They found an Argentinian man who was available.”

“I think I remember reading about this,” said Sally. “Diego Marrow Donor.”

Murder Stat

September 23, 2018 LittleFears14 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 20

“Thanks, Polly Hedron, your help is appreciated,” said Lily hanging up.

“What did she say?” asked Sally.

“She says statistically people who kill twice, always try to kill a third time,” replied Lily.

“You believe statics?” asked Sally.

“Most of the time,” replied Lily. “The other 137% of the time I reckon people exaggerate.”

Phone Theft

September 22, 2018 LittleFears18 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 19

“Sally, can I have your phone?” asked Lily.

“Sure,” said Sally handing it over.

Lily began frantically dialling. “Where’s your phone?” asked Sally.

“Oh, I put it under my pillow last night,” sighed Lily. “Woke up to find the phone missing and a pound coin in its place.”

“For the love of,” sighed Sally. “Ruddy Bluetooth fairy.”

Lady Escape

September 21, 2018 LittleFears24 Comments

Finding Leeds – ep. 18

“Ma’am,” said Sally, “call on the radio. They have spotted her.”

“Do they have a location?” asked Lily.

“Yes ma’am,” replied Sally. “The back gardens of Camden Street. She’s been stealing women’s underwear off the washing lines.”

“Good grief,” said Lily. “There’s no end to her villainy.”

A crackle and voice over the radio. “Darn,” said Sally. “It sounds like she gave the constables the slip.”