Crime for Breakfast
Frain had been called Motormouth for so long, friends simply called him Motor by the time he married Janet.
He never shut up. Talked in his sleep. Talked in the shower. Talked when Janet was already talking.
At breakfast, Janet asked, “How do you want your eggs?”
A one-word answer would suffice. Scrambled. Poached, maybe. An omelet?
Instead, he covered the pros and cons of each method, starting with softboiled. Before he got to sunny side up, Janet whacked him across the forehead with her cast-iron frying pan.
Breakfast, and life, was over easy.
“Cracked this case quick,” the hardboiled detective said when he caught Janet enjoying her juice.
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This one might be harder to recover from. But if Wile E Coyote can do it, then so can I. Bring on the Saturday G. What do you suppose the weapon of choice will be?
Come on back to find out! This is all part of the AtoZ Blogging Challenge. If you want to start at the beginning, see how someone used an air conditioner as a murder weapon to end my time on earth.