This is week 56 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. Oh my, oh my, oh my.... previous complaints about my choice of words pale in the face of this week's ten world challenge. What was I thinking? Where did these horrific words come from? Why, Lord, why did I pick them? I beg forgiveness from all of you who have had the courage to participate this week. It's one of those weeks when I wish I wasn't hosting because I could tip-toe quietly out of the room and skip the challenge.... BUT.... AGGGGGGGH! I HAVE to do it! Anyone want to volunteer some words for future weeks? Then I can be mad at someone else instead of myself.
The words for this week's ten word challenge are: partition, imagination, salvation, mirror image, green power, highway, roasting marshmallows, serial killer, autograph, cartography
Imagination is a mighty powerful thing when you are out in the desert mapping the area for a cartography class. My friend, Floy and I were taking map making and the only salvation for the dreadful class was to actually map the flow of the land. So we packed up enough gear for a week or so and headed out to the desert for our assignments. We exited the highway and drove between two road sign partitions and made camp about fifty yards away.
It is a lovely night with a full moon and the sky is a blaze with the shinning stars. One could get lost out here forever and never be found. Not us though because we have our GPS and we know which way is north. Feeling pretty confident, we settled down in camp for a fun night.
Because we are both ecologically challenged, we tried green power using this funny looking solar powered, silver, tri-fold, insulated screen for our cooking arrangements, which failed hopelessly. Then we attempted the old fashioned way. Fire! We gathered wood and some little pieces of dried brush to start a fire for roasting marshmallows. After a nice treat of marshmallows, we drifted off for a good night's sleep.
The next morning we were rudely awakened by a patrolman. He was looking for a serial killer that had murdered a woman the night before. He cautioned us to be careful and on the lookout for him. We asked him what the man looked like and he said he is the mirror image of me because he is my twin brother. OK? Looking puzzled at one another? Sure we will call you if we see him anytime soon. May we get your name officer just in case we need you? A rather strange feeling came over the girls as if someone was watching them. Sure he said and signed his name on their report sheet for class and was gone as fast as he had come.
"You know the mountains have eyes don't you." said my friend. "Don't even say that or I am leaving!" "You are scaring me." "Well, you should be scared because he is after you!" "You are so silly Floy, and you know I don't believe a word you are saying, so just stop it now!" Floy was always trying stuff like that to scare people.
Later that day another man appeared at their camp and asked the same question about the serial killer. Odd the girls thought that two men had stopped and ask them the same question? He was sort of dirty and scuffled and looked like he had been in the desert for a week at least. They told him that they had not seen anyone except the police officer earlier that morning.
What did he look like ask the man? Well sort of like, uh...uh... you know a policeman and all. The girls were suspicious of him because in truth, he looked just like the twin brother to the real policeman. The girls were getting a little more than scared. The dirty looking man whipped out a phone and called someone. In twenty minutes, there were at least a dozen cops surrounding the camp.
Young ladies, I hate to tell you this, but you had an encounter with my brother, the serial killer. He had knocked me out when I had caught up to him. Then he stole my uniform and badge, but not my gun. Thinking for a minute, the girls gave him the report sheet for class and said this is his autograph... his name.
I don't know how you ladies got so lucky and did not have any problems with the killer, but you were very lucky indeed. The girls packed up their camp and loaded the SUV with all their gear. When they got in the car, the policeman was in the back seat and popped up and told them to be quite. Don't say a word. or else. Floy, shaken but not helpless turned around and bobbed him on the head and knocked him out cold.
The screamed for the real police officer. He took his brother into custody and off to jail. The one piece of evidence that closed the case for good was that little signature because it proved with out a shadow of a doubt that he was there in the area and that he killed that woman. The real police officer told the girls just how fortunate they had been. I don't think our professor will believe a word of this story. Do you?
Mini Challenge: cell phone, Big Mac, panther, legendary, poets corner
A cell phone rang and it was the legendary Big Mac, leader of the Panther Poets Corner.