Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Short-short Mystery

[Here’s my attempt at writing a short-short mystery. It’s not difficult at all. Try it or fry it!]

It was warm and slightly breezy, with lazy clouds drifting across the sky and frank’s birthday party on the verge of disaster.

“I’m sorry,” Corazon said to a crowd of her friends, “but the birthday cake has been stolen.” They gasped collectively. “I’m sure if we work together, we’ll be able to find the thief. We don’t want frank’s birthday ruined twice in one week.”

“I don’t understand, who could’ve stolen that shit?” Eliana asked.

“Any one of us,” Fran replied.

“The sooner we find that cake, the sooner frank stops crying,” Aimee said.

“Where is frank anyway?” Aimee asked.

“He’s in the bathroom taking a shit and crying. He forgot his Lactaid pills like a little bitch,” Eliana said.

“Poor guy. Does anybody remember seeing anything suspicious today?” Masa asked.

“All I know is that it must have been stolen while we were fucking up the piñata out back because that’s when it was left alone,” Eliana said.

“So it’s been gone for three hours and nobody noticed until now,” Fernando said.

“Well, it was in the freezer, Fernando,” Cece said.

“In the freezer?” Eliana asked. “I know who stole that shit then."



  1. 'Twasn't the buttler! 'Twas the--you should know!

    I'll confess that it's not very concrete, but I'm working on it!

  2. it was the butter knife and his wife, the garlic smasher.....

  3. if it was a CHEESEcake, it was me.