Is this a dagger BEAD I see before me,
A needle in my hand? Come, let me bead thee. I tie a knot, and I will
bead thee well.
It was a dark day in in Topaz Montana.
The lovely Olive Gold Luster lay in the dusty street, cut down in the prime of her
life. She was only 31, but she looked 29.
Right away, I suspected foul play. For one, her Pink Opal was missing.
Who am I? I’m Matt. Matte Topaz Picasso. I’m the Sheriff in these parts. It’s a peaceful town,
but the summers can get mighty warm, and tempers flare.
Right away, I had a suspect though.
Olive Capri -cious
She was a woman given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood and
behaviour, but one thing was consistent about her. That pink opal made her
Jade Green with envy.
I knew where to look for her too – at the comic book shop – called the Silver Surfer.
So I moseyed on over. The place was filled with old characters,
the forgotten, the neglected, and the plain just overlooked. They were a
handsome bunch, and they were just hanging out, dangling around, waiting
for an opportunity to shine.
Count Vlad was there,
strutting about like a Laser Etched Turquoise Peacock
“Hold on there,” I said. “Cool your Jet AB.”
“I want to make myself Crystal clear,” I continued, stalking further into the shop, “There’s a
pretty young woman laying dead in the street, …
And I’m going to blow up like a Volcano Argent if I don’t stick someone for it.”
I ran my fingers along the Mahogany Gold Luster of the counter top,
this was Fertile Ground for suspects for sure.
Just then, Olive, the live one, not the one with the dagger sticking out
of her back, strolled into the room. She looked like she had just come
from a Nightclub.
And she was dressed in Matte Blue Denim Silk
“I have some questions for you,” I growled. “Where have you been in the
last 24 hours.”
“Why, Sheriff Matt,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “I just got into town – I’ve been in a Sunlit
in the Caribbean Blue Celsian, and I just got home.”
“Can you prove that? I asked, staring her in her Royally
“Sure,” she said, “here’s my receipt from the Royal York hotel.”
“And,” she continued, “I got my Shakespeare’s Revenge -”
I bought myself a Red Opal, so that hussy Olive can’t lord her Pink Opal over me any
I looked at her, measuring her up. She either didn’t know about the body
in the road, or she deserved an Oscar for her performance.
“So how did you get here?” I asked. I’ve got her now, I thought, she
would have to have seen the body on her way into town.There is no way she
“I came in the back way – down the Castle Path.” she replied.
I was stumped. I was Plum Opalino Bronze out of ideas.
“Well,” I said, to the room in general, “somebody stabbed Olive Gold
Luster, and her body is out in the road as we speak.”
“It was me,” said a woman, stepping forward from behind one of the others
in the crowd. It was Jungle Jane, the owner of the comic shop.
“It was an accident – we were arguing and she Matte Black Slip-erited.”
“Again?” I cried.” Jane, you have got to stop getting into getting into
arguments. You are positively Daggerous!”
She shrugged. “CUL8tr Alligator” was all she said.
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