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Month: April, 2013

Cat and Mouse

Cat and Mouse

“You don’t look so hot, you know that right? You look like shit.”

“Yeah. I can’t sleep. This whole thing is giving me nightmares.”

“Yeah? What is it, the kid? You’ve seen kid jobs. My thing in West Chester; that was worse than this.”

“What? No way. West Chester didn’t have some weird psycho. West Chester could have been an accident.”

“It wasn’t”

“I know it wasn’t, but it wasn’t so bad that it couldn’t have been.”

“West Chester had a dead kid is all I’m saying.”

“West Chester didn’t have some guy leaving you notes in the mud.”

“I’m just saying West Chester was pretty bad.”

“Apples and oranges.”


“Apples and fucking oranges, Dave.”

“I don’t even see how you think it’s an argument –“

“Did you get a fucking pen pal on West Chester? Guy leave you fun little dead kid notes?”

“No but still –“

“I got mud notes! I win. It’s way worse. Giving me fucking nightmares worse. Had to send my wife to live at her sister’s worse.”

“Alright, fine. You win. Your dead kid is worse than my dead kid.”




“Did you ever play video games when you were a kid?”

“Sure. Sometimes.”

“There was this game called Peasant Quest. You’re a peasant, the king is a tyrant, you find a magic sword.”

“He’s The Chosen One”

“Right, always the same thing: You work your way up and up. Get stronger. Better swords or whatever. Until you fight The Tyrant King — Oh, sorry, I’ll have a coffee and and BLT with fries. And a coffee cake with the coffee.”


“Anyway – his face. The guy. Our guy. My guy. That’s how I think of his face.”

“Like a game?”

“Yes. But that game specifically. It was this really bad 3D. Everything was boxy and sharp corners. So faces were just a mess of triangles, kinda flat, sharp but you know – polygons.“

“Had no idea you were into this stuff.”

“I’m not – I was, but I’m not. But his face. Giving me nightmares. Just grey and flat and that’s it. It’d look normal from sixty, seventy feet away. But then he gets close and there’s just nothing there. Just sharp edges, a kinda grey glass. Like a prism! Prism. That’s what you should think of –  a grey prism for a head, Dave. That’s what I see. For nightmares, Dave. That’s what this case is doing to me. Weird headed nightmare man coming to get me.”

“You should — maybe cancel your coffee.”

“Oh well fuck me for having a conversation.”

“Jesus, sorry. Just saying – I don’t know – you look like shit.”



“What do they say?”

“The notes? I don’t know. Kind of a mess. Doesn’t make a lot of sense. You know Lanahan?”


“Says he’s probably done this before, a few times. Guys like this never make contact like this unless they’re bored.”

“Lanahan’s a drunk.”

“Yeah, but he’s old enough to know about this stuff.”

“Any idea where he got your name?”


“Polygon head. You said the notes were for you.”

“I don’t know. The fucking internet.”

“Oh right, the website. They put you on the website.”

“Fuck you.”

“C’mon, that’s a little funny.”

“How many times did I tell them this would happen. And now it did. To me.”

“To you. Which is awful, but also pretty funny.”




“I get that Lanahan knows about this stuff.”

“He’s old.”

“He’s really old. He’s a grown up. This is old timer stuff.”

“You’re still talking about video games.”

“Exactly – the hell do I know about dead kids?”

“Every time I pull off the latex gloves, I think “I should have gone for Computer Science.” Nice air conditioned desk. Nobody talks to you.”

“Pay is better. Hours are better.”

“Probably work from home.”

“Oh, also, no dead children.”

“Right. Unless you have those at home for some reason.”

“Right. So, maybe some dead kids, but they’d be yours.”

“From your murder hobby.”

“Gotta blow off all the Computer Science steam.”

“Making all those computer games where you kill kids with your weird angular face.”

“Do you think he killed this kid with his face?”

“Prism Face?”

“Polygon Head?”

“Prism Face. Of course he did, how else do you get that name.’

“Like maybe angled his face, so that the sun caught it..”

“And then lit the kid on fire.”

“I think we cracked the case.”

“I think so. I think we did.”

“The fuck are we talking about.”

“I don’t know. You want dessert?”

“Yeah. One slice of apple. One slice of blueberry. Order it if she comes around.”

“Where are you going?”

“Gotta go throw up and call my wife to make sure she’s ok.”



I like to write just the middle parts of cop stories.  

Next Week’s Prompt: Mirror Image


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Please forgive the delay, its been a busy week.

Grand Notions



Great to see you too. I know, I know, it really flies. It really does. Thanks, you look great too. Everybody looks really great. A lot more people here than I would have thought – a good turn out. Well, thanks for putting it together, it couldn’t have been easy finding everyone. Oh. Well, yeah, right, Facebook helps. But still, you must be busy with the kids.


No, hahahahahaha, no no, never – haven’t found the right girl. But it’ll happen. I’m so busy, it’s hard to find the – oh, I’m in an office position. It’s kind of technical, but it’s — I still try to act on the weekends, but no, it didn’t quite pan out. It’s a tough industry. It really is. Oh, well thanks. They were fun, I really always loved doing the plays. I try. There’s a local theater I keep in touch with, but I work weekends. No, not in the office. At Callahans. Oh yeah, I’ve seen her in there too. She’s in there from time to time. Just waiting tables, helping out when I can. Economic downturn and all, they needed the help. Yeah. So. It’s fun though, you know, I like it. Beats the data entry thing. Oh – well yeah, that’s a part of it. It’s not all I do, but it’s a small part, the data entry. But yeah yeah, no, I understand, I should mingle too. Great to see you too, thanks again for putting this all together.





Bob! Man good to see you too man. Man, yeah been a while, man. Fifteen years I guess, right? That’s what it said on the invite, but I still don’t believe it.  Oh, thanks.  I try.  I was going to Golbs Gym in Horsham but I had to drop it. I wasn’t really going, work got just crazy and then the weekend thing too. Oh, just some freelance projects.


No you look great, you do. Well yeah, if you’re on call, I can see where it’d be tough. Babies aren’t going to deliver themselves, right. Oh no, I quit all that. It’s not a business you want to be in if you have morals. I’ll just say that. It’s a lot of backstabbing. Really phony. I don’t really miss it.


She said that? Yeah, well Data Entry is really only part of it. How weird for her to gossip? Right? July of all people! What a shocker. Anyway – I’m the manager of a team of Data Entrists. Enter-ists. With an S. No, I’m the manager. I’m not just sitting in a cube all day alone by myself or something.


Oh, we do a lot of Big Data. Yeah, it’s weird that it’s kind of a buzzword lately, I was in early. About seven years ago? Big Data. Yeah. I was kinda running things right away though. So I never really did any data entry in a cube like that. Right now we’re doing a lot of the Data Entry – I should say Big Data – for the government. What? Oh, ours. The United States government.  I’m overseeing that. Not the whole government.  But like, 20 or 30 Data Entrists. Hard to keep track. So busy. Government contract and all. I really love it a lot, a lot a lot,  but it is very very stressful. No, I’m sure. I can see how delivering a baby would be about as stressful. Probably about the same.





Well that must be fascinating, Solar Energy is kind of a big thing these days. Still not proven, though, right? I heard it wasn’t great. Well lets hope you’re the engineer to do it, because enough already with Big Oil, right?  I get it. I relate. No, I thought about going into the Green Energy boom, but I was so tied up with this Big Government Contract and do you know Callahans? You do? Yeah, that’s my restaurant. I bought that after the Big Government Contract came in. No, a lot of people think Larry Callahan still owns it, but he’s a drunk and he sold it to me because I got this huuge money from this Government Contract. Big Data. Big Big Data. Huge Data. Yeah.


Hm? Oh.  The CIA. I handle all their data. It’s – right – can’t really say precisely what it is because of the security clearances. More than one. Plural clearances. Someone is probably watching me right now, right? “Hey remember at the 15 Year reunion when Matt got assassinated?” “It was so gross! Oh my god, his head!” That’s you guys talking about it. At the 20 year reunion. Rght? C’mon, that’s fun.


No, never did. So busy with the CIA stuff. Hard to find the right girl. Yeah. But, I guess, in a way, I’m married to living in a free country. So, you’re welcome for that.



Look, guys, this is how it went down. They were like “Look at this! Who’s gonna handle all this fucking data?” And then some dude, right, he’s like oh wait – and they’re in like a windowless room down in the earth – and some dude was like “Get Matt Lansky!” And they pushed a button and yelled “Get Lansky on the phone!”. That’s how deep this thing goes. It goes all the way to the top. Right? Guys. Listen. All this stuff? This glass? I data it. It’s all data, really. I enter it the data. You got data, you come to Matt Lanksy. Not the president, but, there’s another guy and he calls me when there’s data? You know what?. I get it. You get it. It’s not Solar Baby delivery but it’s still pretty – whatever. This is how it worked out. Whatever.


No. That toothpaste commercial? It was a cover story. I’m top secret. CIA, man. Plus, I feel sorry for those assholes. Sad weirdos. “Look at me Look at me” They NEED that. They can have it. It’s all bad. You know? Gross. Just gross. What? No Callhands wasn’t a cover story. I quit Callahands yesterday. That guy Larry is a pedophile. I don’t know, probably. What do you know about it Dave? You’re bullshit, how about that. You were always bullshit, Dave. You know what? Dave? Your name is Bullshit Dave. Cheers to that!



Hands off me! Yeah. Good to see you too, assholes. Always the same assholes. No, you’re the same. I’m the best. Big Data Matt. Government contract Matt. Gonna drone your houses. I’ll call the governement and drone strike you assholes. Go home to your wife and your kids and your drone strikes. Big Time Matt gonna make it happen!



Next Week’s Prompt: Cat and Mouse