Box of Rocks

You’re invited to enjoy an excerpt from my current work in progress: a comic murder mystery titled ‘Box of Rocks.’

Bear limped back to his truck, still parked down the street from the building. Could he call it, or what? The rungs on the fire escape had long ago rusted through, and his weight was more than the weakened steel could bear. The drop hadn’t been far, but he had landed awkwardly in a pile of plastic bags, which split open upon impact. He had the wind knocked out of him, and as he was finally able to suck in air, he realized how rancid it was. He had counted at least four rats the size of terriers, and one of those had refused to run away. It was unnerving to see the creature’s black button eyes latched onto him, unflinching in the dark. He had felt something squirming under his hands, and shuddered at the thought of maggots making their way into his pants.

He looked down at his pants. Great! There was a rip that went from his knee up to his thigh, then continued up through his leather jacket. Apparently his clothes had caught on a sharp edge of the broken ladder rung. There wasn’t any blood on his leg, but he gave a shudder at the proximity of the tear to his manhood.

He hobbled around to the front of the building, and was alarmed to see one police car after another pulling up all along the street. Worse yet, a news van was double parked next to his truck. As he backpedaled, ducking around the corner, he nearly bumped into a young couple who were hurrying over to see what was going on. They grimaced, and veered off across the street, giving him a wide berth. He could hardly blame them.

“The perfect crime.” he thought. At least nobody had seen him enter the building, and they tried to politely avoid him as he left. As long as they didn’t photograph his truck, he wasn’t going to need an alibi for this fiasco.

He smelled like rotting cabbage, his ankle was killing him, and he was pretty sure that there was a piece of gum stuck in his hair. God only knew how long he would have to wait there before the news crew left. A woman walking by paused before him, pulled a dollar out of her purse and pressed it into his hand.

“God bless you, honey.”

In one evening Bear had passed from contract killer to beggar.

13 thoughts on “Box of Rocks

  1. Woah…

    More?

    Please with cabbage on top?

    My, my, honey, you sure can spin a yarn 🙂

    How soon before you release this tale to wreak havoc on the world??

  2. Good story! I loved it. Too funny. Alas, but I feel sorry for Bear. Might be a murderer, but being around rats makes me shiver to think of it.

  3. So that’s how it is, huh? You leave us wanting more? You are a tease, Ms Karla. Just a writer-tease. That’s what you are.

    Can’t wait to read more!

  4. Wow, guys! I was out all morning and I’m really overwhelmed with the response. Thanks so much for all the encouragement – and Karrin, yes, of course!

  5. Good stuff! “shudder at the proximity of the tear to his manhood” – love that, could totally see it.

  6. Oh, Karla, that was fantastic! I can’t wait to read more….hope it’s published soon!

  7. thelisas want Bear to have a full name right up front. There’s the obvious, Theodore, but we like the sadly unisex, Beverly “Bear”. After all, who is going to tell former NFL player Blenda Gay or coach Lovie Smith they are girly men?
    Oh, and we want Bear to think, “Great.” Exclamation points are wimpy! Not that we’d be willing to tell Blenda and Lovie as much.

    okay, we know Bear has a name already so we’ll stop blathering – great character, Karla 🙂

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