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

  “ What can I do for you?” The scammer asks as the word CREATOR disappears from above his brow. “ You were talking to me ,” one man says. “ What about my investment?” A woman asks. “ You said you wanted to get together, I'm available at seven. Want to meet at the steak house?”  Several of the scammer’s admirers speak at once. “ One moment,” the scammer says. Turning away from Writer Lady, he returns to the group he had been speaking to. “ It is October 29th 2023 all of your car warranties are about to expire.” He announces. Turning to face the crowd to his left he says, “The current lottery jackpot is at 42 million dollars. You have thirty minutes left to buy a ticket before the next drawing. You can check your numbers here in an hour and sign up for a special app which predicts winning numbers. Have your credit cards ready.” Writer Lady looks at Carp and makes a face. Carp leans in and says, “Just talk to him, he’ll be even more killable on th

  Writer Lady peers back at the face belonging to the character who so desperately wants to be born. A dark and dangerous one. The man is of average height and slight build. He has the face of an amicable neighbor down the street. Writer Lady can see from his looks how he might attract his victims, mislead them into a false sense of security. She finds herself wondering how a thin man like him would overpower them. “I'm a man,” he says reading her face. “Men naturally have more upper body strength than women. Especially women who are more interested in their looks than their health, you know the type. The women who don't exercise or hit the gym. The ones with the perfect hair and nails that are more interested in laying on the beach, showing off their bodies and chasing the latest trends while they gossip about people who actually do something meaningful with their time. That's where I started out,” he said. “They're my favori