I’ve been kicking around a story line idea in which my buddy, Perry Block, stars as detective Sam “Lamp” Shade, who’s hired to recover his client’s sense of humor which was stolen while she watched a Republican political debate.
Groans abound as Block leaves no pun unturned in this rousing tale of international intrigue. He struggles to find something funny—anything funny—to make his client, Margarette, (played by the lovely and talented Dale Rogerson) laugh again.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our house detective, who has solved more mysteries than Brian Doyle-Murray, is Slippery Elm Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the fashionable faux hairpieces of the writers in FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
“Look there, Watson. What do you see?”
“It appears a gadget of some sort. For what purpose, I cannot determine.”
“Precisely. You see, but you do not observe. There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”
“I’m not sure I’m following you, Holmes.”
“The device has been strategically placed at the foot of this bed, taking into strict account the position of the sun and prevailing winds. The key to this mystery is found in the bed itself.”
“Surely you don’t mean—“
“Precisely. The bed has been stripped. Look again, Watson. What do you see now?”
“No sheets, Sherlock.”
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