Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

  I looked at Pin Up Man’s watch and his clothes a bit more closely before committing to taking the case, I didn’t see anything that stood out about the clothes. There was a slim possibility Pin Up Man was bluffing about who he was. He could be the intruder, having killed a guy in his own apartment, switched clothes with him and cooked this whole story up to cover his own butt. What are the odds an intruder would break into a place where the resident happens to be his exact same size. Not likely. If that was the case it would be premeditated murder and not the unanticipated mishap story Pin Up Man was telling. He smiled at me. His eyes looking a bit brighter. I raised an eyebrow in response. Apparently he thinks flirting a little will help sell it. I needed to find a way to coax any bullshit to the surface quickly. As an idea came to mind, I could feel one corner of my mouth begin to turn up in a grin then reversed the movement quickly before he had the chance to catch

  The door to my office opened and he walked in. The man was tall. His brown hair tousled by the wind, lending an air of seduction that could only be surpassed by the look of determination in his eyes. As my eyes continued their journey I guessed his weight to be about 185, perfect for his 6 foot plus frame. His clothes fit well and were expensive accentuating his broad shoulders and the fact that he was appropriately angled in all the right places. I smiled a bit knowing he probably couldn’t see my facial expression. He might not even be aware I am in the room. Most people aren’t. He looked just like one of those men on the cover of the secret billionaire lover books my secretary was always reading. I mentally named him Pin Up Man and hoped one of his names began with a “P” just in case I slipped and started to address him as Pin Up. The man stopped moving halfway across the room. “Hello?” He called. Which is what everyone else does. I leaned to the side a bit an

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. If you do see yourself you are probably undead and who wants to admit they are a zombie anyway. Except for Bob. Bob sacrificed himself bravely and unselfishly to save the world from a Ninja Zombie takeover. Feel free to stop and take a moment of silence for Bob. The story will wait. (A ninja star sails past the reader's head and impales itself to the wall next to the reader's ear). You might want to hurry with that quiet moment.     The Ninja Zombie War: Listen For The Screams “Meow...MEOW. YOW!” Dobby walks through the house yowling loudly and repeatedly. “Yes, kitty. What do you need?” Writer Lady asks meeting Dobby in the living room. “Play with me.” Dobby demands. “I fed you, gave you fresh water, scooped your box, brushed you and I tried to play with yo