I am at the Tree estate reading the
Crux Chronicle (that actually showed up on time this issue). There is a story by their ace cub reporter ‘Sharp’ Spike.
He is an aggressive young man who tries to get an interview with Messaline who is one of the seven finalists of the writer’s conference. Her Madame Judith refuses the interview yet his photographer R. Rodent still captured a viewible shot of the two ladies together.
Judith admonished the furry guy saying there would be plenty of time to take Messa’s picture when she is nailed to her cross if she wins. Spike and the rodent do not reveal what they know.
I hear something on my deck and go out to see what it could be. There I find Professor Moore looking rather becoming as usual.
In that purr only she can do she says “There is something going on with the contest this year and I think you know what it is.”
“There could be but it is cold out here” I reply. “Let’s go inside and I fill you in on what I can.”
I helped her get comfortable.
“Listen, Barb, from what I have heard the seven finalists are all going to be crucified. You don’t have a thing to worry about because you haven’t been writing much lately” I explain.
“Oh, really? You don’t know I
am one of the finalists” Barb practically barks. This is not going how I expected. I wonder if she prefers sharp spikes or dull ones…
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