FOWC – willowdot21

Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “inspector.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Here is a snippet from a WIP of mine.

Arriving at the scene, Corina got out the car, and pulled on the white suit, plastic over shoes and gloves.
“Okay Tim what have we got here?” she asked the exhausted young man standing on the business side of the police cordon. “Blunt trauma to the head marm, and they’ve made a real mess of her, no teeth, hands or feet.” He replied shivering.
Scech! Carina thought, this case was ringing alarm bells already. “Have forensics got a time of death yet.” She asked. An irritated voice from inside the tent retorted, “No I only just got here but looking at the state of rigamortis I’d say at least a week.”
Taking Tim’s coffee out of his cold hands she thought to herself it was time she got herself a nice sensible job, 9 to 5….

“Marm, did you notice the position she is in ” Tim’s voice jolted Corina back to the cold, smelly, damp here and now. “Yes” she replied finishing his coffee, “ugh! That was terrible it had sugar in it!” Tim just pulled a face at her!
They both went into the forensic tent. There was the body of a female about 15 to 17 years, prone, but deliberately placed to look as if she was dancing. Arms above her head, and legs bent . Dead flowers scattered all around her. Her hands and feet gone, and her teeth too.
“Well we can rule out suicide” Mark, the dower pathologist said as they entered. “You think?” Corina replied.
“Yes whoever did this does not want us to find out who she is, no finger or toe prints to check and dental records are out of the question!” Mark finished talking and went back to checking the body.
What a mess, Corina hated it when the victims were young, and this one looked as if she’d suffered. Shaking that thought from her head she turned to Tim. “Okay she’s young so its unlikely that no one is missing her. Get someone to check missing persons, for any likely matches….” Corina thought for a second, “check and see if there are any matches for this M. O. Somehow it doesn’t look like a one off to me” She paused then added, “Tim , get us some hot black coffee no sugar!”

As soon as Tim left Mark asked the Inspector “Does this ring any bells with you?” Taking in a sharp breath she nodded. Mark pushed his glasses back onto his nose with the heel of his hand and carried on. ” Do you remember those three murders back in 1998 I was in med school and you toying with the idea of police or customs? ” Nodding her head Corina agreed, ” I do , that case “The Three Maids” the tabloids called it, they had open season with it. But if I recall only the fingers and toes missing then”
Mark looked back to the body and then said, I am going to pull out any records there might be on that case when I get back to ‘the office’ Corina winced she hated the way Mark always referred to the mortuary as ‘The Office’.
“Good idea, I’ll do the same back at the station it was August, no hang on, September as the bodies were each covered in leaves” Corina looked to Mark who was nodding in agreement. ” We’ll discuss it tonight over a bottle of red, I bring a take away in as I will be last home as usual” Corina smiled, Indian/ Chinese? “
Just then then a young policeman stuck his head into the tent, “Inspector we’ve found some tyre tracks by the look of them they driven through cement. “
Corina smiled as Mark muttered “That will give you something concrete to work on” Turning to go she laughed “my sentiment too” As she left the tent she came face to face with Tim carrying the coffee. She took the the one marked B.N.S. Tim stuck his head in the tent and said , here’s your’s Mark.” Putting the cup on an evidence bag outside the tent he followed Corina to the car.
Mark’s voice called after him, Indian, tell her Indian ” Tim went to answer him but Corina shouted over her shoulder, “Okay” As she reached the car he turned to Tim and said”this coffee’s cold! ” © willowdot21.

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Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “Derelict.”

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I have seen babies born and die,
Mothers grieving, husbands turning a blind eye.
Birthdays, marriages, divorces
All lives running their courses
Evil bastards knock their women flat
Hitting children and shaking the brat.
Countless turnings of a blind eye,
Deaf ears to those who cry
The birds are now happy in my rafters
Their cooing fills my rooms like laughter ,
It is a happy sound not unlike the sound
Of children playing all around.
At night lovers climb through my open doors
Like days gone by when they made love upon my carpeted floors
For them I was their beautiful meeting place ,
For whatever reason they may have to hide their face.
I am decaying crumbling away
I do not want to go yet, I want to stay.
Try me out I could be the best deal for you
If you build me up I shall protect you true.
I could be the canvas to build your life upon.
I could be rebuilt, decorated and glazed. To dance again to people’s throng. © willowdot21