Drop dead,Gorgeous!

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Four

 

This week Trifecta wants us to write a piece which has 33-333 words ,using the 3rd definition of the word “Mask” as under-

MASK (noun)

3.a : a protective covering for the face

 

b : gas mask

 

c : a device covering the mouth and nose to facilitate inhalation

 

d : a comparable device to prevent exhalation of infective material

 

e : a cosmetic preparation for the skin of the face that produces a tightening effect as it dries

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Here comes my submission 🙂

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Drop dead, Gorgeous!

 

It was a busy morning at the well –known salon and when the Police arrived,a crowd of curious onlookers  gathered to gape and gossip.

She stood among them,smiling  furtively.She had planned and waited for this for the last 6 years.

Inside the salon, Julie was nervously twisting her apron,looking at Inspector Harris,who asked,”So,Julie,you are saying that Mademoiselle Colette arrived for her usual bi-weekly facial at 10 a.m.?”

“Yes Inspector Harris,” replied Julie,her lower lip trembling.

Harris nodded,” Please tell us what happened.”

“Well,Mademoiselle took out  the pot of facial cream she always insisted on using and  once I had finished applying the fruity mask on her face,I  drew the curtains and  left her .After about 15 minutes,I heard  a loud crash and when  I entered the cubicle,I found her on the floor writhing and groaning.I rushed out to report to our Manager, who immediately called the Doctor.But,by then she was dead!”  Julie began to sob.

Patting her on the shoulder,Harris turned to the Doctor expectantly.

Dr.Peter glanced  at the beautiful, dead woman and shook his head.”We will have to wait for the autopsy report.”

Forensic report said,” “Death by lead poisoning.” It also revealed that the pot of cream used by the deceased was heavily laced with lead.

Inspector Harris and his team ,on interviewing the highly emotional and excitable Spanish maid of the deceased,found that her mistress  had been buying  the cream from a golden haired,green eyed, Avon lady, who came in twice every month.

 Search for the Avon lady led the police team to naught, for the employee records of the company offices showed no such agent on their roll.

Far away in Paris, at a cemetery,she stood near her brother’s grave.Her PhD in toxicology had served her well.

With tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she whispered,”Finally you can rest in peace Bro.She will break no more hearts”.

Near the headstone lay a bunch of fresh flowers,a golden wig and green contact lenses.

 

 

                                                             

 

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The Intruder

Trifecta: Week Seventy-Three

 

So what did Trifecta throw at us this time around?Check it out below.

On to the one-word weekly challenge where we ask for a 33-333 word response to the third definition of a given word.  

color (noun)
1a : a phenomenon of light (as red, brown, pink, or gray) or visual perception that enables one to differentiate otherwise identical objects
  b (1) : the aspect of the appearance of objects and light sources that may be described in terms of hue, lightness, and saturation for objects and hue, brightness, and saturation for light sources

     (2) : a color other than and as contrasted with black, white, or gray
2a : an outward often deceptive show : appearance <his story has the color of truth>
  b : a legal claim to or appearance of a right, authority, or office
  c : a pretense offered as justification : pretext <she could have drawn from the Versailles treaty the color of legality for any action she chose — Yale Review>
  d : an appearance of authenticity : plausibility <lending colorto this notion>
3: complexion tint:

  a : the tint characteristic of good health

  b : blush

 

This time around I had a problem of plenty!So many themes,so many plots,so many twists–oh my,my head reeled!Finally,last night,I decided ,the plot that popped into my mind before I went to sleep,will hit this page and here you are.

Tan- ta -ra! 😀

 

 

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The Intruder

 

It was late in the night and the hallway was dimly lit.She had not realized that it would get so late at the party.

 

As she  took out the key to her apartment,she remembered the handsome man with the piercing blue eyes,who had flirted with her the whole evening.Now,now she admonished herself,how do you know how he looked-after all it was a masquerade party!She giggled .Guess ,I am a little tipsy,she told herself.

 

As she inserted the key and the door clicked open, she saw him emerge out of the dark shadows .Before she could react,he was behind her,holding a gloved hand over her mouth and nudging her forward with what seemed like a pistol..

 

He whispered,“Thinking of me,Honey?Now get inside and keep your mouth shut.”

Shivering,she complied.

 

Pushing the door shut with the heel of his boot,he said,”Now  what do we have here?’With a flick of his wrist,he opened a Swiss knife and turned her chin up.”Diamonds suit you, but rubies would look better.”

 

And with that he snatched her diamond choker and pocketed it.Her diamond ear clips,solitaire and bracelet followed.

 

She looked at him defiantly.

 

He smiled devilishly and said, “I don’t think you need any adornments or ..this..”With an expert hand he undid the knot of her evening gown and it slid to the floor.

 

“Delectable!”He reached behind and undid her French knot.As her auburn hair cascaded around her beautiful face,his piercing blue eyes seemed to laugh from behind the mask.She felt her colour rise.

 

“Take what you want and leave,”she whispered.

 

“Not so fast ,my Sweet!Let’s see what you have to offer me!”

 

With that he  pulled  her to him,kissing her passionately and before she knew he had swept her up in his arms  striding purposefully towards the bedroom.

 

At the foot of the bed ,Mickie,her Siamese cat,not happy with this midnight shenanigan,tripped him up.

 

As they both fell onto the bed,she started laughing.

 

Pulling the mask off her husband’s amused face,she said,“So much for our midnight adventure Robinhood!”

(333 words)

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