Three Things challenge #361

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related.
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish. Pingback here.

Your three things today are:

SENTIMENT
CEMENT
SEASON

As soon as Tim left the tent, Mark looked across at Corina and said “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 and teeth were 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 overed 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 smile, Indian/ Chinese? “
Just then then a young policeman stuck his head into the tent, “we’ve found some tire tracks Marm 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! “

This is part of pensitvity101’s Three Things Challenge.

The above is part three of an ongoing story which you can find here.

Three things Challenge #194

Welcome to Di from pensitivy101: The Three Things Challenge. #194
Every day she’ll give you three things that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
You don’t have to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind. Today’s Three Things are MIKE BACKGROUND TRASH

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.

Mike was busy setting up for Immie, he had his headphones on and could hear her voice. He turned the knobs to clean out the background noise. He was absolutely starving, lunch time he thought. He opened his backpack and grabbed his lunch ate it quickly. As he finished he threw the wrappers in the trash. Back to work he thought, humming along.

The Three Things Challenge. #193

Welcome to Di from pensitivy101: The Three Things Challenge. #193
Every day she’ll give you three things that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
You don’t have to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind. Today’s Three Things are silent eerie evening

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.

It’s Thursday, the eerie, silent evening is broken, the noise is deafening! We all have our lights on, doors and windows open and we are cheering for the NHS and all Keyworkers! THANK YOU!

Three Things Challenge: #144

This is my first visit to The Three Things Challenge. Di at pensitivity101 said.”Everyday I’ll give you three words or things that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
No need to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind.”


Be patient with me this my first try so I played simple and I have gone with an Etheree

Image from Pixabay

Guy
Liked to
Fly up high.
Loving to look
At the view from on
High, up in the blue sky
Watching his neighbours scurry
Around on the ground far below
That he was watching, they did not know.
Three o’clock it’s time to be home for tea.

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