For a Dear Friend

For a Dear Friend

You're a writer. No one's fully recognized it. Story ideas come to you in the weirdest ways. This rather desperate request for your aid came without much information.

Your almost recent acquaintance, Angie, seemed rather uptight asking for your assistance. So what happens when you arrived at a neutral mobile home park to see what you could do for Angie? Being invited into a kempt trailer, it begins to dawn on you that It's the home of a woman, 60-plus-something, who had been recovering from some life-threatened health problem. Maybe there were complications. This was also the most absolute B who had so profusely given hassles in every various happenstance way spanning your years. Somewhat unexpectedly, you have very little precious love lost despite the onset of your discovery that Angie was somehow accidentally involved with her death. Further, you are still sort of unwilling when yet another and a better friend of Angie also arrives who knows of your past adversary's relatively untimely death. Millie seems like the sort of airhead accomplice to Angie's mishap. MIllie had most recently been victim of sorts and somewhat forced to allow pushy friends of the deceased over to help care for the cleaning of their (unknowing to them, departed) friend's home. Wheels are turning in Angie's head how to manage another new mess of how to hide this body as Angie leads you both through the former home of your remote adversary. Angie informed Millie, "You DO know that a corpse does their most telling acts and odors at 6 AM and PM," and how Millie had, "...just gone right along to allow friends of the deceased access, of all things, to CLEAN HOUSE at 6:30 PM!?!" Millie is following you while you remain not completely willing, nevertheless becoming more and more caught up in this mess. Angie leads you both through narrow passage past this smallest bathroom the world has ever seen. Not even a tub is here; only a shower. That and a stark body of an early 60-something, totally bare, no jewelry, no clothing or any hint to her identity anywhere on or around her. Whoa, this is NOT the body of your former nemesis but that one of her nurse, one whom you don't know. There will be some complication for authorities left to uncover -- to expect the deceased but rather to be spun into poor moments of confusion purposely led astray by mistaken corporal identity because these housekeepers were not EVEN going to be allowed to detect that this was the wrong body. Your story starts out getting more and more twisted before you have any chance to set it on its proper course to what might become your very best short story comedy, a murder mystery that you have yet to solve even for yourself meanwhile you're getting so smack much more into the middle of it. Plus, your new story is noteably not the first where Millie needed Angie's or your help either. Turns out Millie had always been getting into Angie's fixes and it looks like you are midst long streams of near and barely escaped mishaps gone terribly wrong. And, O M G, though you didn't see it, you are so implicated in yet others caused by former labors of your absolute B nemesis. Fully lit with macabre color, the fun and comedy of your story is going to bring abnormally twisted smiles from your future reviewers. You simply can't wait to start developing your newest ideas, and to set the thing to type for a dear friend.
June 14, 2018, by Paul Wolf.