Assignment 5

We’re picking up some steam on Jeff Cutler dot com. The DIGGs are flowing in and people are really enjoying doing these assignments. Keep up the good work…here’s assignment number five.

Think of your favorite food. Now make that food poisonous and write a short short where that food has killed someone.

No word count limit on this one, just no novels please. Put your completed assignment in the comments section below. Mine will appear there shortly.

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2 Responses to Assignment 5

  1. jeff says:

    OK. The favorite food requirement was a little contrived, so if you feel like using some other food, please do so. I have. Also, all you had to do was show a murder, not detail out the whole mystery being solved. So don’t kill yourself. Just give us some characters (now I’m laughing at my last sentence here…don’t kill yourself -lol-) and the start of a plot. Enjoy…

    Choco-Nut Green Tea steamed in the cup next to Kristian. The air smelled like chocolate and almonds…and Kristian’s face was frozen in a mask of disbelief and pain.

    “It’s like he was sipping on tea and reading the paper,” said Scott.

    “No kidding?” I said. “What was your first clue?”

    I nudged the paper on the floor aside with the edge of my gloved hand and looked underneath. There was a pen lying on the faded carpet. I picked it up and put it in an evidence bag. Then I opened another bag and stuffed the newspaper inside.

    “See if you can get the lab guys to vacuum the rug,” I said. Scott scurried away.

    When we arrived, the door to the house was open and we drove up the long drive through a light haze of dust. There were no cars on the property and plenty of tire tracks on the dirt circle around the fountain.

    A woman had phoned in the call from the residence, but she refused to leave her name. According to the dispatcher the message was simply, “Teatime’s over…he’s dead.”

    Back at the office Scott and I tossed around what we knew about the death. Likely a murder or a suicide. Unidentified woman was there to witness the scene if not the event. Somebody – probably the caller – left the house right before we arrived. And Kristian Kearney was probably killed with cyanide, but we’d have to wait for the lab results to be certain.

  2. Clownface says:

    Shameful anticipation filled her stomach, as she stepped into the foyer at the Sizzler Steakhouse. “Table for one?” “Yes,” she replied, with her eyes downcast, fully aware that the hostess was judging her size 22 jeans with the comfort waistband. She walked three paces behind the hostess, who stiffly marched her to a booth adjacent to the salad bar and hot food buffet. The aroma of the fried mushrooms piled in the damp trays caused her digestive juices to gurgle, and she closed her eyes languidly at the thought of mozzarella sticks greedily dipped in marinara sauce. She took her first of what she hoped would be many trips to the buffet, and placed a dainty helping of iceberg lettuce, cucumbers, and cottage cheese on her plate. This would be a slow start to her binge. By the time her trip to the Sizzler Steakhouse was over, she would have fried food, fruit and vegetables backed up into her throat, and would choke to death, thus ending her miserable, fat life on this earth. The mini pizzas and pineapple in heavy syrup would be like poison to her, as she continued to eat long after her body was able to digest.

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