Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
“Ma’am,” said Sally, “we just got a call over the radio.”
“Another murder?” asked Lily.
“Afraid so,” replied Sally.
“Where’s this one?” enquired Lily.
“Wee Breakfast Bar, on the corner of Piccadilly,” said Sally.
“It would appear,” replied Lily, “we could be facing a cereal killer.”
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“I stayed at her families house overnight three years ago,” said Sally.
“Oh really?” asked Lily.
“I should have known about Molly’s criminal intentions back then,” sighed Sally.
“Did she have an attitude towards stealing bus stops back then?” asked Lily.
“Well,” said Sally, “the signs were there.”
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(Tiny Horror 5 of 5)
She called his mobile and listened for his ringtone. “I knew I should have drawn a map to where I buried him,” she grumbled.
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(Tiny Horror 4 of 5)
She glanced at the lonely desk lamp and wondered where her second shadow came from.
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(Tiny Horror 3 of 5)
Following the tiny footprints leading to the back door, she sighed. Her daughter’s rag doll had gotten out again.
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(Tiny Horror 2 of 5)
She looked up into the clear night sky and wondered where the stars had gone.
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(Tiny Horror 1 of 5)
She pulled her axe out of the bark and looked up at the tree. The tree looked back.
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We’ll be having a wee break from the Lily and Sally stories this week for five tiny Little Fears horrors. A teeny bit of experimentation with my art style and storytelling. Like Floofy, up there above this text.
Lily and Sally will return for their last case next week, Finding Leads. In which we find our intrepid duo hot on the heels of a serial killer.
Until then, I hope you enjoy this week’s micro horrors.
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“There’s one thing I don’t understand ma’am,” pondered Sally.
“What’s that?” asked Lily.
“Why do you think she grumped about our cat puns?” asked Sally. “She seemed to enjoy kitty based jokes at one point.”
“It’s possible she’s at that age,” pointed out Lily. “Going through the change.”
“Ooooh,” replied Sally. “Yes, I’ve heard the meow-no-paws can be rough.”
Photo by delfi de la Rua on Unsplash
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Four police cars, two ambulances, a fire engine and an ice cream van, had arrived.
“Sorry ma’am,” said Sally. “She got the better of me twice!”
“It’s OK inspector,” said Lily. “I’m just glad we’re all still alive.”
Lily stopped a police car as it drove past. She leaned into the back window. “Robyn, I hope this has taught you your cat burgling days are over.”
“It’s given me paws for thought,” sighed Robyn, rattling her handcuffs. “This whole week has been catastrophic…”
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