This week’s great words: Delve Tonight Murky Reservoir Marinate Commission Stricture (an adverse criticism, an abnormal contraction of any passage or duct of the body, a restriction) Dregs Magniloquent (speaking or expressed in a lofty or grandiose style; pompous;bombastic; boastful.) Frame Tape Lurid (gruesome, revolting)
It had been a slow day. Most days were slow around here until Walter the Word came in. Walter was the most magniloquent guy around. He spoke a language very few of us understood. Then again anyone speaking a language of more than two syllables was testing the comprehensive abilities of every one I knew, me included. The term ‘pain in the arse’ often came to mind when you saw Walter in the street. You used stronger words if he looked like coming near you.
But today Walter was worried, concerned for his friend Athol ‘The Radish’ Dent.’ It seemed The Radish had disappeared and The Word was worried.
There were lurid rumours going about that The Radish had been found marinating in the towns former reservoir where many a body had been dumped over the years. Divers had delved down into the murky depths and uncovered the body of The Radish.
A quick scan of the police radio laid to rest all reports of a rumour, it was now a fact. The Radish was dead.
The Word there and then commissioned me to look into the case. Who would want The Radish dead I asked?
‘Most people,’ replied The Word looking downcast. The Radish had been a valuable sidekick for the Word and a good sidekick was hard to find.
‘Look around you,’ he went on. ‘Any of the dregs of society had it in for him. Life wasn’t easy for the Radish. Each week the paper published reports of his activities and those strictures bothered him. He was a sensitive man you know. He didn’t take to criticism very well. The cops say how he died?’
‘They said it was a stricture around his neck, you know the type the Frame gang use.’
‘The Frames? What again? Only last week we thought they were responsible for the Misery murders.’
Oh yeah old Mrs Misery and her two daughters, Mind and Loves. That was sad.’
‘It certainly was they still owed me a weeks rent.’
So you think the Frames eh. Glass or Perspex?
‘Probably both. They are each cold blooded and they love to use the tape. Bind your mouth, shut you up and do you in.’
‘That Perspex Frame is a tough nut. Glass on the other hand is a bit fragile. He might be the one to go after and see if we can shatter him so he will spill the beans.’
‘I think we’ll go tonight, raid their place and bring ‘em down. Are you in?’
‘The Radish will expect it wont he?’
‘We’ll dismantle those Frames with our own brand of stricture.’
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/06/15/wordle-65-june-15-2015/
Morpethroad 
. Who would want The Radish dead I asked?
‘Most people,’ lol I love that you used stricture in its multiple forms and that you put mind love and misery in there haha You are brilliant Michael, absolutely brilliant! The last line is awesome!
Oh dear, poor mrs. mind and her daughters, love and misery! Can’t trust anyone these days.
Especially since the Radish is dead, and vigilantism is rampant!
Great story (as always) kind sir.
Thank you kind madam.
I am rolling around laigh = laughing uncontor – uncontrollably – see hard time writing … at the sheer insanity in brilliance of this piece! Hail to the King of Imaginative Creative Writing!
Bravo Michael! Bravo!
Such believable characters and dialogue – I’m sorry, but I can’t help it – I’m going to be hearing this story in my head all day – which isn’t such a bad thing 😉
Lol. Great story, Michael. As soon as I read “They said it was a stricture around his neck…) it made sense Radish hadn’t lasted long. At age 10, I began working summers in the radish fields. 10 radishes gathered in a bunch, four wrap-arounds at the base of the red “necks”. Quickly the greens began to wilt, the life draining from the radishes. Yep, it all made sense… 😀
This is too clever by half–you’re a genius, Michael!
Thank you Dell, not sure about the genius label but I appreciate you reading and enjoying my tale.
I don’t hand out empty compliments–take the “genius”!
Ok, accepts graciously ( blushes)
Nicely done old sod .. I enjoyed this very very much!
Who are you calling an old sod…lol…thanks so much Georgia, lovely to see you drop by….
OOPs got carried away there dear Michael .. it’s reading British period pieces … does it every time .. now I’m into a trilogy by Zafòn that takes place in Barcelona … who knows what I’ll come up with!
LOL I knew you were kidding with me…..those Brit period pieces can do it to you every time…
Certainly can … but I do love them!
You are a clever one – that’s for sure! 😉
Oh stop it, I’ll start believing it….then I’ll have to go out and but a bigger size hat…
Well – you better go find the biggest hat the world has to offer. 😉
Damn is it going to get that bad???
😉
You are a born storyteller 🙂