Saturday, 20 February 2010

Saturday Wordzzle 100

It's Saturday and Wordzzle time. This week, one of our regular Wordzzling friends, Dr John, passed away and this post is dedicated to him.

If you would like to play, go to here for rules and guidance.

The Mini (rapid, camping, blandishments, transitory, plug-ins)

This is part of of an ongoing story.

A blind seer has a vision about a young man coming to harm from an old man living in a tower. To try to avert this fate, she anonymously pays for him to take a holiday somewhere far away. The young man arrives at the holiday town and sees an interesting tower, which he plans to investigate. The seer has a nightmare which she believes is connected to the young man's fate and resolves to go after him. She gets to the holiday town and realises this is the very place the tower is located. She gets lost trying to locate it and bumps into the young man on his way there. The seer soon discovers that this is the very man from her vision, and asks him to accompany her to where they can have a quiet talk. His phone rings, interrupting the conversation. As he completes his call, a car comes around the corner too fast and he pushes the seer out of its path, only to be struck himself.

The Seer speaks...

It’s all happened so fast! I manage to get to my hands and knees, my stick’s gone flying off one way and my bag another. The car’s engine has stopped and the driver’s rapid footsteps approach. The young man must be near here somewhere, I heard him land in the road with a sickening noise like a side of meat being dropped. If I can just reach him. There he is. I try for the pulse in his neck. It’s weak and thready and his breathing is shallow. The car driver is here, blathering It’s OK, it’s OK and other blandishments, as if to coax away the dreadful situation like a skittish horse. I yell at him to phone for an ambulance and he mumbles something about not having a phone on him but that there’s a camping shop just down the road and they might have one. His footsteps hammer away down the lane before I can call him back. The young man’s got a phone he could have used, so have I if the driver could find my bag. Never mind that, I scream at myself, he’s hurt! I run my hands over him carefully, checking for injuries, although what I’ll do if I find any I have no idea. One of his legs is all crooked, and his head… My hands come away sticky and wet. I try to remember anything at all about first aid, but the memories are transitory and flee like flocks of startled birds. Get a grip! I make a pad of my scarf and press it carefully but firmly onto what feels like a huge gash on his head - I don’t want to make it worse. Although I have located his phone, it’s one of those touch-screen things with a million useless plug-ins or apps or whatever, but with no tactile keyboard, it’s useless to me. It’s suddenly so quiet, with just the occasional tick from the car’s engine as it cools. I hope help comes soon.

The 10-Worder (transfixed, treachery, basics, fragrance, sampler, pregnant, cartoons, lark, spartan)

New to Harold? The summary is here.

Agents Othello, Prada and India all stood frozen for several silent seconds, transfixed by shock at Mercury’s news. Eventually, a frowning Othello broke the silence.

“How’d it happen?”

“The cops think it was a mugging – he was found in an alley off Spartan Street behind the Heavenly Fragrance cafe. He’d been shot at close range and his wallet was found nearby. His credit cards and money were gone”

“That’s not right.” said Othello. “He was supposed to be on vacation in Hawaii and wasn’t due back till next week. How could he have been here?”

There was a pregnant pause as this sank in.

“Perhaps he came back early from his holiday?” suggested Teatime, somewhat diffidently as he was not sure how the humans would react to his including himself in their discussions at this sensitive time.

“I doubt it,” replied Othello, “He’s talked about nothing but this vacation for months – it was a dream holiday for him. There’s no way he’d have come back early.”

“Do the cops have any leads?” asked Prada.

“I don’t think so,” sighed Mercury, “Spartan Street’s in a bad neighbourhood and they’re overworked. Emerald’s case will probably end up at the bottom of the pile in some rookie lieutenant’s in-tray. They’ve done the basics as far as forensics are concerned and nothing came up, so it’s not a huge priority for them.”

“I’m wondering if there’s any link between Emerald’s death and what we’re currently investigating.” Said Othello. “Maybe we should do some investigating of our own. At the very least I’d want to know whether Emerald ever went to Hawaii – and if not, why not.”

“Well, the police have returned his personal effects,” Mercury held up a plastic evidence bag. He had us listed as his next of kin, apparently. His keys are here, maybe we should have a quick look around his place.”
There was an uncomfortable silence: one the one hand, the agents wanted to find out what had happened to their friend, while on the other, going into his home felt like an intrusion.

In the end, though, it was decided that they would visit Emerald’s home – if only to see if there were any contact details for family members that might need to be informed of his death.

Emerald’s apartment was the first human residence Harold had ever set foot in. Standing in the small, tidy main room, his eyes were drawn to the many framed cartoons adorning the walls. Evidently, Emerald was something of a fan of the funnies and quite of few of the pictures appeared to have been autographed by the artist. Better than any tacky printed sampler, thought Harold, thinking back to the Sleezee Motel. One picture – “Larry the Lark and the Pirates of Treachery Bay” – was slightly askew, which seemed odd to Harold, given the meticulous neatness of everything else. Instinctively, he reached out to straighten it.

“Don’t touch that!” snapped India, “Keep your hands off his things.” Harold snatched his hand back is if burned.

“What’s going on?” demanded Mercury from Emerald’s bedroom, where he was looking for address books, letters or anything of that kind.

“Nothing,” said India firmly and, favouring Harold with a warning glare, she went to join Prada in the tiny kitchen.

“This picture is crooked, I was going to just…”

Othello, who had just booted up Emerald’s computer, hurried over. He took in the scene briefly then reached out and took the picture down off the wall.

“Emerald was a total neat-freak,” he said, “There’s no way he’d leave a picture hanging like this.”

“Oh, come on!” groaned Prada, re-entering the room, “This isn’t some low-budget TV whodunit, you know, where the victim leaves a mysterious clue by deliberately – “ She broke off as Othello, having turned the picture over, removed and held up a folded piece of paper that had been tucked into the frame, completely hidden when the picture was on the wall.

“You have got to be kidding me!” she exclaimed.

Mercury and India came over. Othello set the picture down and unfolded the paper.

162.500 – 22.98976 – 95.96

“What on earth is that?” said Mercury.

“I have no idea.” Replied Othello, shaking his head, “But Emerald hid this, knowing that only someone who knew him really well was likely to find it.

“Oh, great,” sighed Prada, “Now it’s the DaVinci Code!”


  1. I love these two stories. Can't wait to read when you continue them.

  2. Both wonderful as always.... You really have a novel with Harold's story and I'm enjoying the blind seer. I hope everyone's going to survive. I'm looking for a good romantic ending... ???

  3. Great fun as usual. Raven & I are on the same wavelength LOL.

  4. Good job as always :) Clever dumping of some of those words into names of places. Curious about the numbers/code! (Hope you've got that worked out or it might get tricky...)

  5. awwww man!... I want more.. right now!.. don't leave me in suspense for another week!... give me stuff!!... give me more.. MORE!! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORREEEE!!

  6. @Connie T - Thanks! Glad you're enjoyng.

    @Raven & Bug - Thank you too, there will be romance in one of the stories - but I'm not good at slushy so how romantic it will be reamins to be seen.

    @DawnTreader - Thanks. Yep, I have worked out the numbers code (many years of setting puzzles for Dungeons and Dragons players).

    @Jimmy - Thank you, sir. Was a bit suprised that you were reading this, would have thought my candy-floss was not to the taste of a man who regularly turns out a full roast beef dinner with all the trimmings :-)

    @Watercats - Everything comes to those who wait :-)

  7. OK -so i admit that i've fallen a bit behind with Harold recently, but i really enjoyed this episode and the seer story is certainly intriguing. Good stuff on both accounts

  8. Both stories very suspenseful! The numbers are intriguing. Seamless use of the words.

  9. I've caught up on your stories again. The blind seer story has an interesting situation, where she actually caused to happen what she foresaw (unless the tower really is a menace, and still to be confronted). I hope everything works out well for the seer and the man she was trying to protect. The Harold story has an interesting new development, and it sounds like they may have to do some hunting to find out what the numbers mean. It's a dangerous quest, though, with one person already being killed, and it's not safe to be an angel or demon either.

    Stephen from Scottsdale, Arizona, USA

  10. @Stephen - Yes, the blind seer did cause this situation unintentionally and the story in Harold is beginning to take shape more clearly now.


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