Short Story

Club Kashmir

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Lovely Jenne from The Unicorn Challenge
is teasing us once again with this photo.
We are to get creative in 250 words or less.
In exactly 250 words, this is my response.

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“Coroner? What do we need the coroner for?” asked Police Sergeant Jeffries. “It’s obvious this poor slob jumped off the roof. Just look at him!”

“Not so fast, Jeffries” snapped Police Captain Russo. “Take a close look at his hand.”

Knowing his boss was expecting him to man up, Jeffries crouched down near the splattered corpse. God, he hated jumpers.

“You know what I think, Cap? This guy was some sort of perv into the kinky stuff. That bottle in his hand is from Club Kashmir, the notorious sex den.” Jeffries looked up at his superior hoping to have made a good impression.

“Jeffries, sometimes I wonder how you ever made it onto the force” sneered Russo. “If you hope to be Lieutenant someday, you better prove you have what it takes. Pervert, my ass!”

Humiliated, Jeffries was beginning to think he wasn’t cut out for this line of work – always tripping over himself to impress the captain.

“ Jeffries! Make yourself useful. Put that bottle in an evidence bag. And for Christ’s sake, put on a pair of gloves first!” Russo shouted.

Jeffries felt like an idiot but did as he was told.

Captain Russo ordered everyone back to the station. “Not you, Jeffries. You’re done for tonight. Go home. Report back tomorrow.”

Jeffries nodded curtly but smiled to himself as he fingered the Club Kashmir passkey in his pocket which he pilfered off the dead guy. At least some hot chickie will show him a little appreciation tonight.

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250 Words

The Unicorn Challenge-01/03/24

This is Led Zeppelin with “Kashmir”

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41 thoughts on “Club Kashmir”

  1. Not to cast any doubt, but as I was reading this I was also keeping a close eye on Jeffries and I’m not sure he’s one to be trusted. Something about him… If you’d like, I’ll shadow him this evening and see just what he’s up to at that club place?

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    1. If the tune fits….

      Jeffries is a tool and I’m sure not the first to have picked a dead man’s pocket.

      I knew someone who was an undercover narc in NYC; he spent some time in prison for stealing a suitcase full of quaaludes from the evidence room at police headquarters. I wrote a story about that.

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