Abstract Plane

Humor and satire from an abstract plane


The Smirking Detective and the Case of the Bloody Opossum

Detective Woolbridge looked at the stage in bewilderment, still stumped after hours of investigating. “This case has me baffled, Danders.”

              “I don’t blame you. I was never very good at theater murders, myself.”

              They stood in the aisle of the Upstage Theater, where the lifeless body of renowned stage octogenarian Alastair Cummerbund had just been removed from the premises.

Earlier the previous evening, the actors had arrived at the small playhouse for a late rehearsal only to be shocked to discover Cummerbund’s body collapsed on stage, dead of stab wounds to the heart. Also on the stage at the time was the décor for Act One of the current production, The Stunted Countess, depicting the sitting room of socialite Lola Mantiss. But along with the usual stage properties, the police found a dark, cryptic note, four empty vodka bottles and a bloody, dead opossum.

              “You’re sure the opossum isn’t a prop?” Woolbridge asked the theater manager, Hartley Dunbath for the third time.

              “Absolutely not!” huffed Dunbath.  He stood near the stage, still shocked at a murder occurring in his establishment. “This is a traditional production. There’s no room in this play for bloody mammals!”

              “And this note means nothing to you?” Woolbridge held out the note again, which read: ‘Like a tattered liver he dragged me on the rocks’.

              “I told you, Detective. My liver’s in perfectly good order.”

              “Damn it. We’ve come up empty again.”

              “What can we do Sergeant?” asked Officer Danders.

              “The only thing we can do. Call on that damned, smug Smirking Detective.”

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