The Pink Cloche
Walking through the courtyard I approached the archway that led to the exit.
Madeline Grainge was found dead, strangled, near a row of bicycles. She’d been my client.
Basically a silly job, she’d wanted me to find out who had stolen her pink cloche at a cocktail party. She was mad about that hat, it was her granny’s, she’d said, who’d been strangled in 1935.
I’d found the culprit, an old geezer of 98 who she’d known all her life, his grandson was her fiancé.
Now, I have a killer to catch. Madeline Grainge, as I said was my client.
Written for Friday Fictioneers May 30, 2014
Dear Georgia,
Sounds to me like Grandpa struck twice. Love the photo. Wasn’t Vilma a beauty in her cloche?
Whether I’m right or wrong in my deductions, I enjoyed your story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hello Rochelle, Well…I was thinking in that direction myself…but if I were to develope the story I don’t know if I’d stay on the same track. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Ciao, Georgia
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Ah.. this had a wonderful tone of Agatha Christie mystery.. was the old Geezer the butler and Grandpa at the same time?
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Yes, I think the old Geezer probably did it in this tale, he’s at least involved … glad you liked it and that’s a wonderful compliment!
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Good story. I agree with Bjorn. This reminds me of an Agatha Christie mystery. I dearly love Christie mysteries. Well written. It stands alone but would make a great beginning for a longer story. 🙂 —Susan
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I’m trying to develope it but just got another beginning going alas, but if you’d like to give it a read: https://bastetandsekhmet.wordpress.com/2014/05/30/three-word-wednesday-may-30-2014/
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This is a great way to launch a longer short story.
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Thanks…hopefully I’ll be able to do just that…who knows!
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So was it Grandpa or the fiancé?! Nice voice in this, I feel like you could develop it further.
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Thanks…I’ll see what I can do…I think that at that point it was grandpa…but I’d have to figure out why 🙂
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