Angler: Texaswordsmith

Submission to a Becca's Roots

     As Becca stands in front of her full-length-three way mirror in her sumptuous walk-in closet (far bigger than the tee-ninesy bedroom she had to share with her two sisters growing up back home) she gives a slow spin as she checks out her outfit for the day.  Hem length on the basic black pencil skirt-good.  Short enough to show off her slim legs, but not so short as to look trashy.  Classic tank-check-under a really rockin' denim blazer she'd picked up for a song at a vintage shop that ha... read more

Submission to a Iced

     Icepick entered the darkened hallway, almost missing the withered old biddy seated behind the desk on the left.  He inquired as to how to go about maing arragements for Lilli's arrangements, as it were, and the little old lady peered up at him over her trifocals, squinted, and then began rapidly flipping through a ledger in front of her.
     "Who did you say you were, sonny?"
     "I'm Icepick-uh-Sherman Schmidt.  Lilli Schmidt's next-of-kin."
     "Well, I'm afraid th...

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Submission to a Becca's Roots

  You could tell that just by looking around her "urbane-chic" apartment.  Somehow the crazy quilt  made by her grandmother tossed over the bed tucked behind the Japanese screen in the corner just didn't click with the oh-so-swish draperies that came with the place.  Neither did her furniture, a mish-mash of early American relative and garage sale finds.  Well, damn it, if she was going to have to get used to the apartment, it would just have to get used to her, too.  With that thought, she b... read more

Submission to a Iced

     "Well, Dandy's the best.  Just be sure she's fully made-up, you know?  Lilli never did like anyone to see her without her face on."  Icepick took out his handkerchief and wiped the moisture from his eyes as he cleared his throat.
     "Here are some things,"  Icepick said as he handed over a spangled dress and Lilli's 3-inch Prada stiletto heels.  She was sure proud of those shoes, he thought, and he figured she might as well be buried with her boots on, as the saying goes.  Lill...

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Submission to a Becca's Roots

     "What would Kendra wear?"  Becca mused, as she poked and prodded through her closet.  "Nothing I've got, that's for sure," she muttered as she pulled out her go-to basic black cocktail dress.  A little dated, but it would have to do, as she'd spent her last dime on deposit and rent for her oh-so-chic address.  Maybe she could jazz it up a little with some funky jewelry.  Becca sighed, knowing that no matter what she did, Kendra was bound to give her that look that always implied can't yo... read more

Submission to a Iced

     As Icepick made his exit, he began to muse things over in his mind.  Why had Pinky shown up at Sunset Horizons mortuary?  It certainly wasn't to pay her last respects-there was no love lost between Pinky and Lilli, that was for sure.  Ever since Pinky found out that Icepick still carried a picture of Lilli in his wallet she'd done nothing but bad-mouth Lilli right into the ground.  Well. so to speak.  As he pulled out into traffic, Icepick decided he might just need to do a little checki... read more

Submission to a Iced

As Icepick entered the darkened warehouse, the first thing he noticed was the quiet-too quiet, he mused, for a warehouse that should have, at the very least, the endless scritch, scritch of a dozen or so pairs of  restless bird claws.  The second thing he noticed was a mere puff of fresh air behind his left ear.  Icepick didn't notice much of anything else after that, as he slid to the floor, unconscious from the blow he just received to the back of his hard-headed skull. read more

Submission to a Iced

"So as I said, what can I do ya for?"  the cop drawled.

"Why don't you step outside with me and check out what's in the back of my truck?"  retorted Pinky, scowling as she looked Dirk up and down.

Oh, why not, though Dirk, as he began the slow shuffle that would bring him to his feet.  Nothing else seems to be breaking in this case-might as well humor her.

"Sure, sweetheart,"  Dirk replied and began to follow Pinky's cheeks down the hall and out the door.

"So, what ...

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Submission to a Becca's Roots

Having made it through security and on to the plane with just minutes to spare, Becca tightened her seatbelt and looked over at Josh, who was calmly sitting next to her flipping through the in-flight magazine.

"Woo-hoo!"  squealed Becca, "We're on the way to NEW YORK CITY!  I don't think I've ever been so excited in my whole entire lifetime!"  Catching Josh's grin, she realized she must have just come across as an A-number-one-grass-chewin'-boot-scootin' hick.  Oh, wow, she thought, ...

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Submission to a Iced

     Dirk thought to himself, I'm going to regret this, but then said, "Okay, Ms. Tiberri, I'll bite.  Just what exactly did Lilli's after-hours activities involve, and what do you suppose they had to do with her murder?"
     "Gee, Sherlock, I thought you were supposed to be the one detecting things around here," Pinky scowled sarcastically.  "Do I have to do everything around here?  Apparently so,"  she said, answering her own question.
     "If you must know, Lilli wasn't real...

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Submission to a Iced

"And that someone is YOU," Pinky went on as she pulled out a smoke and lit it.  She squinted through the smoke ring she blew towards Greer's ugly mug, and watched with satisfaction as his complexion went from alcoholic ruddiness to death white.

"You-you're bluffing," stammered Greer, as he tried to gain his composure.  "There's ain't nuthin' you got on me, missy!"

"Oh, you've been dirty from the get-go, Dirk.  Now you just need to get over yourself and do the right thing.  Thin...

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Submission to a Becca's Roots

"Then-well I guess we have a slight change in plans," she whispered huskily and then cleared her throat.  "Driver," Becca said in an authoritative voice,"We've had a slight change in plans.  We'll be going directly to the Plaza Hotel, please."

As Becca snuggled back into Josh's warm embrace, she realized that she just wasn't all that hot on urban chic anyway, and never had been.  Playing a role not meant for your soul was exhausting, actually.  As she raised her head and met Josh's e...

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Submission to a Allie's Choice

     When Drew finished telling his tale, Allie's breath came out in a whoosh.  She didn't realize she'd practically been hyperventilating as Drew told her about his father's misdeeds and his own role is seeing that justice prevailed.  He'd given up so much, including her, just trying to do the right thing.  She wasn't sure how she felt about that.  She wasn't sure how she felt about anything at the moment.
     "Wow," she whispered under her breath.  "Wow."  Drew was looking at her a...

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