Welcome to Three Word Thursday #13. This week the participants were invited to use any words they cared to from the quondam word list, the only stipulation being, they had to use at least three. Our perspicacious writers very much appreciated this challenge.Â If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used the words. Youâ€™ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.
Copper rubbed his face to clear the sleep from his eyes.Â He stumbled from his bed to the bathroom, hoping a shower would wash away the remnants of the dream.Â No doubt about it, he was an opprobrious paladin.Â Having been on the case for over two months with no concrete leads or answers to show, he found his own nescience appalling.
Somewhere, there was a clue he was missing.Â He had probably held it in his own two hands and not recognized it for what it was.Â Copper felt he was letting his team down.Â He was the weak link and the reason these cases weren’t getting solved.Â He’d lost his edge.Â It was time to resign.
Copper stepped into the shower spray and just stood, letting the spray break against his shoulders and stream down his back and legs.Â He tipped his head back and soaked his hair, then reached for the shampoo.Â He powered the golden liquid into his hand, then worked it through his hair, from his head to his chest, to his arm pits and down.Â Soap was soap, and his hand worked just as well as any washrag.
Having satisfied the soaping protocols, Copper just stood back and let the hot water beat against him while he mentally reviewed his case file.Â The first two murder scenes were identical.Â The third murder scene echoed every element of the first mass murders, then added in a twist.Â Someone — not the original killer, Copper was certain — decided to kill Janice Wheeler and make it look as though it was the work of the original murderer.Â They’d done a good job of it, too.Â Too much of a good job, since they had duplicated details that had never been released to the press.
Whoever tried to kill Janice Wheeler, knew who was poisoning the Bacchanal revelers.
No actual washrags were discriminated against in the writing of this story.
Three Word Thursday #14:
Every Thursday I will give you three new words.Â You have until the following Thursday to compose a story using all three of the words.Â Then, on that following Thursday, post your story.Â After you post, come by here and sign in to Mr. Linky.Â If you sign in and donâ€™t post a story.Â I will delete your link.
Got it?Â Good!Â In that case:Â Your story is due on:Â May 14th, 2009
(Oh!Â And if anybody else has tripped across the perfect word (like Nessa when she sent in quiddle and a few others, and Doug for uxorious, although he didn’t share it intentionally!)Â and wants to send me one, or two, or three, or thirty, Iâ€™ll throw them in the word jar and post them when I pick them!)