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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: It's a Colorful World (12/03/09)

TITLE: Christmas Outside the Mansion
By Art Westefeld
12/10/09


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Christmas Outside the Mansion


Her soft Asian voice strained from frustration Miss Scarlet complained, “So and so did it in the yadda yadda with the blah blah. Our lives are so boring.”

Colonel Mustard cleared his throat and said, “My dear, it’s what we do. All day long we try to see who killed Mr. Body lately. That’s just our lot in life.”

Mrs. Peacock adjusted her feathered hat and nodded at the Colonel. “You’re so right, sir,” adding with a withering glance at the younger woman. “Most of us know our place in the world.”

The slender bespeckled Professor Plum, the elderly Mrs. White and the stout cigar smoking Mr. Green stood behind where Mrs. Peacock sat in an overstuffed wingback chair as she continued with a haughty laugh. “And what would you suggest we do, girl? Buy real estate? Invade other nations? Sink naval vessels?”

Miss Scarlet more slid across the room than walked. Subtly displacing Mrs. White and entwining her arms with the two men she asked, “Gentlemen, Mrs. White, it’s Christmas Eve. Don’t any of you think that we should get out, enjoy ourselves? Just this once?”

Plum took a puff of his pipe as he considered her question while Green, looked intrigued at the idea. Scarlet continued directing her words at Mustard, “Surely there’re some old chums you’d like to look up?” Turning to Mrs. White, “How about you? A chance to have someone else cook and clean up after a nice dinner?”

Mrs. White pursed her lips and said, “Well, it ‘as been a long time since I ‘ad time off from here.”

“Then it’s settled. We go out tonight and are back in time for Christmas morning.”

Acceding, Mustard and Peacock agreed, and moments later, for the first time in many years six figures left the Boddy mansion. Miss Scarlett, Professor Plum and Mr. Green went in town in a Yellow cab to the Prince Azure nightclub. The others to see Mustard’s old friend Lord Alfred Gray.

At the club, the trio entered and ordered a round of cocktails: a Bloody Mary for Scarlett, a Grasshopper for Green and a Purple Mist for Plum. As the band began to play a slow dance number Scarlet stood up nodded at the dance floor. Plum got to his feet and they moved to the dance floor, her liquid grace almost compensating for his uncoordinated attempts to dance. After the dance Plum excused himself to the restroom while Scarlet walked back to the table. Halfway there she was intercepted by a young man in a Naval uniform his shoulder boards indicating the rank of Captain and sporting a name tag that said ‘R. Brown’

Captain Brown roughly pulled on her arm and tried to drag her back to the dance floor. Plum was just returning and noticing both the annoyed expression on her face and the sailor’s rough attentions he protested, “Excuse me, but I was dancing with her, sir.”

“Shove off, Four Eyes!” Brown ordered with a shove to Plum’s chest making him skid a few feet back.

An angry Green came to his friend’s aid and after much shouting and cursing the three men came to blows. Plum, being strong of mind, but slight of form, quickly was out of the scuffle. In the dim lighting he unsteadily moved to the edge of the dance floor and back. In moments however the floor shook when the brawny form of Brown slammed to the ground. He twitched once then lay there dead.

In the confusion, Scarlet, Green and Plum quietly slipped out the back, fully aware that if they stayed for the police they would never make it back to the Boddy mansion in time to keep their word. While waiting for a cab they began to argue.
Green, his face in a condescending sneer, looked to Scarlet and said, “You killed him with a knife on the dance floor.”

Responding with a sultry smile she cooed, “Knife? Search me, sweetie. No, Plum did the deed with a wrench.”

Reaching into his pocket for a tissue to put to his bleeding nose as he tried to look dignified speaking in a more nasal tone than usual. “Really, actually it was you, Mr. Green. Up close with a revolver, no doubt.”

“Pardon moi, my name is Yvette. As you left before the gendarmes, I feel you will not tell anyone what really happened. Last night he was being quite the bother. So tonight I killed him with poison. Au revoir .”
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Author’s note: Prince Azure, Lord Gray, Captian Robert Brown and Yvette are taken, very loosely, from a list of other Clue characters found in the Wikipedia article on Clue characters


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Sharon Laughter 12/10/09
I loved this! Very witty. My teen son and I spent days last Christmas in front of the game. Just a thought - for me author notes detract from good writing, no matter how much explaining you do, not everyone will always "get it." Some will get something out of it you hadn't planned, too. You brought life to the characters and wrote well, can't ask for more than that...
Jan Ackerson 12/11/09
This is definitely my favorite so far! I love games, and this is very creative.

I agree with the previous commenter--author's notes are almost always anticlimactic. Trust your own writing--it's very good!
Ruth Brown 12/12/09
I remembered the characters. You are already a good story teller. Very fun! Happy Christmas.