I licked soot off my lips and tried to squint through the fog. A tip sheet told me Vince “No Good” Sparks was out there, somewhere. I’m Coal Sizzle, private eye. Two years ago I was a major case cop with the force, but I got fired cause there was an accusation of receiving hot merchandise from Sparks. I plan to light a fire under his sorry tail and see if he will admit to the set up without his usual stream of lies watering down the info.
My girl, Pepper, is making dinner for me. She’s probably smoldering about my tardiness. I met Pepper when I busted her mother, Arson Annie. I caught Annie torching a dumpster. She’s doing twenty in the desert. Anyway, Pepper burned a trail to my office after the bust. I managed to cool her down. I’ve carried a torch for her ever since, but we’ve had an explosive relationship. She introduced me to Sparks. Said he had some hot deals on engagement rings.
I moved cautiously along the wharf. I wasn’t going to let the fog dampen my attempt to grill Sparks.
“I could smell you coming.” I turned quickly to see Sparks light a cigarette. His silhouette burned though the moisture.
He stepped back as I replied, “Sparks. I was hoping to blaze a path to your door. Now here you are ready to be smoked.”
“You’re all wet, Sizzle.” He reached a hand to his side and a cloud of steam nearly knocked me over.
When I recovered I discerned no movement in the fog; Sparks was gone. Only a trail of ashes headed toward the docks.
I scorched a path to Pepper's flat. My guess was right. She was inflamed. When I opened the door a plate of hot buns crashed against the door jam. She was fried. “Pepper, cool down, I was hot on the trail of Sparks.”
Another bun bounced off the wall. “You’re a wash out Sizzle. Sparks has been dangling you over the flame for two years. Give it up before he burns you again.”
I gulped hard; all other thoughts were doused. “You’re right baby, lets eat. What we having?”
“It WAS hot meat loaf. Now it’s cold cuts.”
“Heat up the meat loaf.” I tried to save dinner and my cooling relationship.
“Can’t, was in the oven too long, now it’s charred. If you’d been here on time.” She turned and walked away with a tear in her eye.
I loved her when she was mad. She was a hot tomato. “Come over here baby, we can warm up the room.”
“Take a cold shower, Sizzle.” She slammed the door and locked herself in the bathroom.
I guess the moral of the story is chasing Sparks in the fog won’t set a fire under Pepper. I’m Coal Sizzle, private eye, and tortured lover.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.