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Notes10/06/2020
ChrisG86
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ChrisG86
9
Noir - A Detective Story
Darkness. Rain. Shadows on the streets.
Allow me. Thomas McFord, private investigator.
For days I've been holed up in my little dark office in Chicago. An occasional glance through the windows, which were darkened by blinds, was my only contact to the outside world. Now and then I saw people walking across the street like passing shadows. The light from the lanterns and car headlights reflected on the rainy paths. In my gloomy office I could no longer distinguish between day and night. The smell of darkness was in the air. It smelled strongly of exotic spices, even oriental. Was it my coat that gave off this smell? Probably, because a few days ago I visited an old friend in the Orient quarter not far from here. He runs a grocery store there with a wide selection of oriental spices. Anyway
Actually, after my last assignment I wanted to take a vacation with my wife Jessica. See something different. For too long I'd been neglecting our marriage. My job was too important to me. And now she's gone. I don't blame her. She's gone to live with her mother for now. She must have left sometime while I was at work. In a farewell letter she told me that she had imagined our marriage differently and that she couldn't bear to look me in the eye to say goodbye. She took her belongings from our apartment. The only thing I had left of her was a scarf hanging from my wardrobe in the office. She must have left it here on her last visit months ago. It had a faint smell of patchouli. She always put some of the oil on her clothes.
A last memento of a person who became a stranger to me a long time ago.
On top of that, Betty, my longtime assistant, had quit. She had found a better position. Her desk in the anteroom had been cleared out. I could still detect the powdery scent of her make-up. Betty always set great store by a neat appearance.
You might think of me as leading a lonely and dreary life. But why don't I feel that way myself?
This morning, it must have been about 7:00, someone knocked on my office door. "Come in," I said.
A young lady in a beige coat and sunglasses came in. She was wearing black high heels. She wore a black collar. Her hair was black as the night and short to the neck.
I asked what I could do for her. She said she was looking for an old friend who'd been missing for weeks. She needs the help of a detective.
When she took off her glasses I was captivated by her gaze. She was beautiful.
"You should go to the police, sweetheart," I said, not letting myself think that I had briefly faint at the sight of them. She replied that she had already been there. But they could not help her. "All right," she said. I took off her coat and suddenly a beguiling scent of roses surrounded me. Such magic. The sweetness of vanilla was added to it. How tempting. With every move, she scented my office.
Under her coat she wore a tight red dress, which perfectly set off her fabulous figure. Everything about her was incredibly attractive to me
"Please, just sit down and tell me what happened," I said
I sat down behind my desk, closed my eyes and while I listened to the beautiful stranger, I heard all these smells in the air, which merged into a harmonious unity and illuminated the room at once.
The End...
------------------------------------------------------------
When scents fire the imagination.
See you soon.
Peace!
Allow me. Thomas McFord, private investigator.
For days I've been holed up in my little dark office in Chicago. An occasional glance through the windows, which were darkened by blinds, was my only contact to the outside world. Now and then I saw people walking across the street like passing shadows. The light from the lanterns and car headlights reflected on the rainy paths. In my gloomy office I could no longer distinguish between day and night. The smell of darkness was in the air. It smelled strongly of exotic spices, even oriental. Was it my coat that gave off this smell? Probably, because a few days ago I visited an old friend in the Orient quarter not far from here. He runs a grocery store there with a wide selection of oriental spices. Anyway
Actually, after my last assignment I wanted to take a vacation with my wife Jessica. See something different. For too long I'd been neglecting our marriage. My job was too important to me. And now she's gone. I don't blame her. She's gone to live with her mother for now. She must have left sometime while I was at work. In a farewell letter she told me that she had imagined our marriage differently and that she couldn't bear to look me in the eye to say goodbye. She took her belongings from our apartment. The only thing I had left of her was a scarf hanging from my wardrobe in the office. She must have left it here on her last visit months ago. It had a faint smell of patchouli. She always put some of the oil on her clothes.
A last memento of a person who became a stranger to me a long time ago.
On top of that, Betty, my longtime assistant, had quit. She had found a better position. Her desk in the anteroom had been cleared out. I could still detect the powdery scent of her make-up. Betty always set great store by a neat appearance.
You might think of me as leading a lonely and dreary life. But why don't I feel that way myself?
This morning, it must have been about 7:00, someone knocked on my office door. "Come in," I said.
A young lady in a beige coat and sunglasses came in. She was wearing black high heels. She wore a black collar. Her hair was black as the night and short to the neck.
I asked what I could do for her. She said she was looking for an old friend who'd been missing for weeks. She needs the help of a detective.
When she took off her glasses I was captivated by her gaze. She was beautiful.
"You should go to the police, sweetheart," I said, not letting myself think that I had briefly faint at the sight of them. She replied that she had already been there. But they could not help her. "All right," she said. I took off her coat and suddenly a beguiling scent of roses surrounded me. Such magic. The sweetness of vanilla was added to it. How tempting. With every move, she scented my office.
Under her coat she wore a tight red dress, which perfectly set off her fabulous figure. Everything about her was incredibly attractive to me
"Please, just sit down and tell me what happened," I said
I sat down behind my desk, closed my eyes and while I listened to the beautiful stranger, I heard all these smells in the air, which merged into a harmonious unity and illuminated the room at once.
The End...
------------------------------------------------------------
When scents fire the imagination.
See you soon.
Peace!
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