Yay, it’s time for Friday Fictioneers! Thank you, Rochelle!
FaLaLaLaLa Foul Play (99 words)
Oh, how I love Christmas murder mystery! Tonight, we’re doing FaLaLaLaLa Foul Play, and I’m playing Bad Elf 1.
Before we start, we munch on potluck goodies while Miss Emery offers beverages. She hands Stu his dirty martini. When he sips, his eyes widen, face slackens, then the lights go out.
Nice touch, Miss Emery.
(Why do people speak in excited whispers in the dark?)
Someone’s gasping breathlessly.
Someone’s hand clutches my bare leg.
So realistic. Kudos.
The hand goes limp.
My foot tingles where the martini splashed.
Oh. Well. That can’t be good, can it?