Deb Whitman is the host of 50 Words Thursday this week
I’m looking forward to what these prompts inspire, so here’s the picture:
And the words:
“Something was going on in the borough, something sinister, and he could smell it.” The Brentford Triangle – Robert Rankin
Jackson stood on the river bank overlooking the ferry route. Something was going on in the borough, something sinister, and he could smell it. Rover gave a short bark as if he was agreeing with him.
There! Now he could spot what was wrong with what he was looking at. There were no birds anywhere. No waterfowl or any birds anywhere. What was going on? He had heard that animals and birds sensed danger way before humans had an inkling.
He took his cell out and made a call to his second in command, “Jason keep an eye on that group you are shadowing. I feel they have something planned for tonight”.
He was glad of this haunch when they arrested the gang of terrorists that evening who were planning to blow up the town center at midnight.
He had learned to use all his senses in this job, thankfully.