Our writing group had a most difficult subject to write about – Detection. I even had to work out exactly what it meant. One member wrote about garden planters which were stolen. The culprit was never found. Another used the story of Solomon who had to decide which baby was which. You remember, the tale where he threatened to cut the baby in half.
One person who travels by train did some detection work about her fellow passengers and wove it into a clever poem. We all laughed at the story where a truth brooch caused people to say exactly what they were thinking. It all came to a head when it was pinned to the preacher’s cassock! I’ll leave you to guess the results.
Carol, in detective mode