So here it goes, peeps, the third Bartholomew incident. Hope you enjoy it!
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I leaned a casual hip on the table edge and watched cousin Laura open and close cabinet doors, muttering to herself. “What are you looking for?” I asked when it was obvious she hadn’t noticed me.
My cousin stiffened, turned her head slowly and smiled at me, the kind of smile that made me straighten and check my back for a sticky note, begging for a kick to the butt.
Dropping a wooden spatula on the counter, she turned and faced me. “You’re my savior!” There was a maniacal gleam in her eyes I wasn’t sure could be blamed on her upcoming nuptials.
“Yeah?” I took a cautious step back, calculating how fast I could run and trying to remember if there was a key for the guest bedroom door.
She came closer, hands outstretched, a patch of white powder on her cheek. “You still like cookie dough, don’t you?”
I scanned the kitchen counter, found no bowl filled with the sticky dough. “Sure. Want me to taste it?”
“No, no,” she cackled, lowered her voice. “I need you to go pick me some baking soda. I sent Barth earlier and he brought me some white powder I suspect he picked from the meth lab fronting as the grocery store on the corner road.” She showed me a small plastic bag with the label ‘sodium bicarb’ written in black marker. “I think it’s a code for meth.”
“You know, I think baking soda and sodium bicarb is the same thing,” I mused.
“Maybe,” Laura said, raising the bag to my nose. The powder looked suspiciously like sugar, and it smelled like bathroom cleaner and paint thinner.
My eyebrows shot up. I had no idea how meth looked or how it was cooked, but paint thinner definitely didn’t go with cookies.
“You have to help me. I need to get rid of this and I need real baking soda before everyone comes back.”
“So what, you want me to go to the grocery where meth is being cooked and – what?”
“No,” Laura scoffed, “to the Walmart.”
“But that’s seven blocks away.”
“Eight, actually, and Barth can drive you.”
“Absolutely not.”
Before Laura could say anything more, Barth strolled into the kitchen.
“I heard my name,” he said, smiling at me.
I suddenly needed to get out of there fast. “You know what,” I said, snatching the bag from her hand, “I’ll go get you what you need. Anything else?”
“A bag of chocolate chips, I think I’ll make another batch.”
“You’re goin’ out?” Barth asked, taking out keys from his pocket, “I’ll drive you.”
“Thanks, but no, Barf.”
“It’s Barth.”
“That’s what I said.”
“I’ll drive you,” he insisted.
“No,” I enunciated slowly, “I’d like to walk and exercise my legs.”
“Your legs look fine to me.” He gave said legs an appraising look that caused Laura to burst out laughing. Her guffaw turned to sniffs when she caught the death glare I aimed her way. I turned to Barth and gave him a practiced smile people claimed made me look deranged.
Barth, of course, smiled right back.
“I’m going to walk, Barf, and that’s that.” I turned and left through the back door, hurrying to cover more ground faster.
I was congratulating myself for a day gone without a Barth incident when there, right in front of me was the LaCross captain I’d crushed on my entire high school year.
“Tom?”
Tom turned around, our eyes met, and everything happened in slow motion. He smiled with recognition. I squealed, covered my mouth. Tom took a step toward me. That’s when Barth came in, charging Tom like an enraged bull. Shouts and punches and grunts rang out and because I was a total fool, I threw myself on Barth, meaning to drag him off, but I ended up pinning Tom under our combined weight.
I’ll skip the embarrassing part where people dragged us off, the ride in the back of a police car and the bag of sodium bicarb that may or may not have been meth still in my pocket.
“You were screamin’,” Barth said from the cell next to mine.
“It’s called a squeal, it’s a scream of happiness.”
“You raised your arms to surrender.”
“I was going to hug him.”
“You helped me subdue him.”
“Barf,”
“It’s Barth.”
“Barf,” I said through gritted teeth, “If you don’t stop arguing, I’m going to walk out of this cell only to be put in another for murder.”
“What? Nonsense, we didn’t even give him a scratch.”
“Guard!” I shouted. “Please!”
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To read the previous Bartholomew incidents, check it out here:
The Panty liner incident: https://authorsinspirations.wordpress.com/2019/07/22/pun-fun-and-carefree/
The Recliner Incident: https://authorsinspirations.wordpress.com/2019/08/26/the-recliner-incident/
Hope you had fun – and yes, it’s fiction!
Well, I’d be suspicious of any white powder in a plastic bag, too. 🙂 And I’d excuse you for murdering Barf as well. 🙂
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I’ll keep him around for now. There’s still a wedding post to come – to be written, I mean. Thanks for excusing my murderer tendency!
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Great characterization, Jina. I got such a good feel for these characters and their relationships. Very entertaining read. 🙂
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Thanks, Diana!
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Well written – enjoyed it! And I’ll be looking for previous Bartholomew “incidents”.
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Thanks, Tyler. I still mean to write that email – I promise!
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Baking soda–I’d say taste it but that’s not good if it is nefarious! Much better to get rid of Barf.
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When I first began writing these snippets, I was going to make “I” fall in love with Barf. But then he took out those panty liners, and things went downhill from there. I wouldn’t taste baking soda even if I knew it was baking soda. yuck – i say that because I did try it once. I can still remember the taste!
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Love this, Jina! Very well written with humour, tension and feeling! 😀 I’ve taken an instant dislike to Barf … sorry, Barth!
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Ah, he wasn’t supposed to turn out this bad. But you know, some characters have a voice of their own. Thanks for the visit!
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Fun stuff. You did a terrific job of cascading small disasters until they creating a large one. Nice pacing. : )
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Thanks!
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Ugh. CreatED a large one. I swear, the writing superpower I would like most is some sort of typo invulnerability. Ah, well. : )
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Me too. But my typos are the ones with super power – the power of invisibility. No matter how much I go over the ms, some typos simply turn invisible. They do show up – after the book is published, of course.
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Nicely written! Congratulations.
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Thank you!
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Great characters with distinctive voices and dialogue.
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Thanks!
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Jina, I thoroughly enjoyed your entertaining story, especially the part where you kept calling him Barf.
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Thanks Jim. “I” am not usually mean, but he got under my nerve.
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As a former chemistry teacher, I loved the “sodium bicarbonate” incident. Yep, it’s baking soda! Great story!
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Thank you! I love chemistry.
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I really enjoyed that! Very nice writing! 🙂 Loved that she kept calling him Barf hahaha.
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Thank you! I was considering they’d fall in love at the end, but Barth is just not love material.
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You mean Barf. 🙂 Hahahaha! Seriously – great writing!
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That’s what I said 😉
Thank you!
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Substituting meth for baking soda. Hmm…
Funny story as per usual.
And I see you captioned your images 😉
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Heh. My mom asked me to bake us some cookies. I told her I ran out of meth. She didn’t get the joke. Sigh.
I hope the captions captured the image? I’d describe them too, but I’d need someone to sit beside me and describe it for me first.
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Do you read the descriptions of the images? For I always alt text for that purpose, I don’t know if descriptions serve any purpose…
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If there’s a description, I’ll read it. The alt text isn’t the same. For one, alt text might say “woman smiling” but the description will include the background, what she’s wearing, and anything else a blind person can’t see.
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Thanks for letting me know! Now I’ll know what to include in the descriptions….. I usually try to do that in the alt text – although my images are usually quotations so I just write it out in the alt text. I’m glad to know to do it in both and or write more detail.
I hope your weekend is peaceful.
Love, light and glitter
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This was so much fun, Jina! I was hooked!
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Thank you! I’m glad, I aimed to hook! Maybe the next installment will have something to do with hook 😉
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Well done! Your characters were believable and the story drew me in!
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Thanks, Ann! Much appreciated.
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I’m loving these series!
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Thank you! It’s fun writing them!
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Nicely done, Jina! I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
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My pleasure! Thanks for the visit !
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Loved this, I hope they get out of jail without too much bother, although perhaps Barth should be detained a while longer!
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He’s a menace, Louise. My muse is unsure what to do with him now. Thanks for the visit and have a great weekend!
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Very cool! Enjoyed it 💚💚
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I’m glad. Thank you!
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This gave me a laugh. It was really good – because I was waiting to see what would happen next constantly. Suspense isn’t usually my thing, but with Barth, it’s all good. I’m looking forward to the next ones…. when you have enough I’ll get the book 🙂
Love, light and glitter
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Thank you! Always glad to put a smile on someone’s face. This is just a string of episodes my muse spits every now and then. I have yet to write the next one. Well, my muse has yet to think about the next one.
Thanks for the visit and have a great weekend!
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Hey Jina’s muse, I’m looking forward to the next parts, so get writing! Or get inspired 🙂 Love, light and glitter
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😉
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That Barf has really bad timing. Thanks for the laughs, Jina!
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My pleasure and you’re welcome!
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Great pace and dynamics, lovely piece of writing, Jina.
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Thanks!
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