Number 1 – A Strange Request at a
Piano Bar
Required
Words:
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v Carnival |
v Sprained |
v Mask |
v Oxidation |
v Awkward |
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v Apple |
v Juvenile |
v Controversy |
v Twirl |
v Sassafras |
Apple Street
was busy on a normal day. It was a hub for delipidated diners, seedy bars, and
more than a few controversial businesses. It’s the kind of place that is always
filled with people, some looking to have a good time and some looking to escape
the bad ones.
Today was
anything but normal. It was the last day of Carnival, our cities makeshift
effort to help the poor and downtrodden forget their problems for a few days.
That meant today was the last day for some citizens to cut loose and blow off
some steam.
Throngs of
revelers were out tonight. They wore bright colors and animal themed masks, as
was the city’s tradition. Heat radiated from the masses, amplifying the
nauseous odor of liquor and piss that followed the parade.
A troupe of
dancers, dressed as various birds of paradise, twirled their feathery,
bedazzled outfits in the moonlight. They moved in rhythm with each other,
making provocative and juvenile gestures as they went.
I awkwardly
pushed my way through the crowd and arrived at my destination, the Sassafras. A
lonely guard sat by the door on an old metal stool that was covered in
splotches of red oxidation, rust caused by the salty sea air that flowed in
from the bay. A pair of crutches leaned against the wall behind him. Maybe he
had sprained his ankle?
“Club’s
closed, pal,” he said tiredly.
“Then why
did Red ask me to come see her tonight?” I replied.
He said
nothing, just knocked on the door behind him with a specific little pattern. Almost
instantaneously, the door swung open, and I was greeted by another guard who
gestured for me to come in.
“Ms.
Valentine will see you now,” he said dryly as he closed the door behind us.
I didn’t
have to ask where she was. I heard the notes of a particularly sad song
emanating from the baby grand on the stage.
“Hello,
Red.”
“Good
evening, Detective.”
“Detective,
huh. Guess we’re doing the “all business” thing tonight,” I said, not hiding
the disappointment in my voice.
“I need you
to get me to Luxemburg before dawn.”
“That’s not
gonna be easy.”
“I didn’t
ask you how difficult it would be, I asked you if you would take me there.”
“Baby, I’ll
take you anywhere.”
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