The Bonfire Night Party Alibi

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The haze of bonfire night smoke lingered long after the final sparkler had died out and gone cold on the ground.  The smell of the smoke lingered longer.  Anyone wanting an alibi that night could comfortably say they had been to the bonfire party. All they had to do was show their face and claim they had been there all night.  No one would be any the wiser amid the crowd of faces milling about.
Or would they?
The murderer was something of a rookie.  They had wanted a quick death; the less blood and gore the better.  Even better if there were no blood-curdling screams.  Although the fireworks would drown that out, they would have to time it well.  In light of that, a ‘clean’ method had been chosen.   The glass of mulled wine that had been laced with poison had been thoroughly enj

oyed by the clueless victim.  And it hadn’t taken long to work either.  Our murderer hadn’t reckoned on it being sofast-working.

Now all that remained was for the murderer to dispose of the victim on the burning bonfire.  The embers would be glowing long into the night and the following day.
But would the smoke screen last that long?

 

Without books, where would we be?

 

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Simply ‘books’

Books come in all shapes and sizes,

Different genres and many guises;

In paperback they can be found,

And in hardback, perfectly bound.

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Or how about the ebook era

In black and white on a ‘reader’?

Some don’t like them, some folk do;

I’m quite partial and have written a few…

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However you prefer to read,

Books spread knowledge, help us succeed;

Help us relax, de-stress the mind,

Help us escape and unwind.

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Reading is the perfect pastime,

From true romance to a gritty crime;

Without books where would we be?

Let’s grab a book and cup of tea!

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By Carol Cameleon

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Prose for Thought

So, what is thunder?

The Prompt Thunder blog

So, what is thunder?

It’s something to ponder
To muse and wonder
Crash, bang, wallop
What is thunder?
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Is it my banging head?
Time to sleep it off, get me to bed
Like the shrill of a pneumatic drill…
What is thunder?
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Is it my heart?
Why did we part?
Laying so heavy
What is thunder?
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Is it my tummy
Needing something yummy?
Time for a snack
What is thunder?
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Or is it nature’s new dawn
Brewing up a storm?
Invigorating, refreshing
That is thunder…
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By Carol Cameleon