[Extracted from the files of Mark Time P.I.]
The honed edge – all molecules radiating in the same direction.
“Mark Time is not a sword; he is a razor. “
Well… that’s what they say in the tabloids anyway. Far be it for me to contradict the wisdom of the crowds, I am content to bask in the light of good publicity and enjoy the financial boost that it has given me.
“I’m trying to get in contact with my mother” her face was a pale triangle of light in the shadows of my office. She handed me a photograph of a dead woman. She didn’t look dead in the photograph but it was a face that had been plastered across the news over the last few weeks. Those same tabloids were whipping themselves up in to a brown froth over the sex-death of Ophelia Moncreif-Brown, wife of our much maligned Minister for Trade and Industry.
“You’ve got a reputation for getting the job done” she said to my questioning face.
“Not always to the gratitude of my clients”
“I just what to know what happened”
“Are you prepared for the possibility that what really happened is what is being reported in the papers?”
“I’m trying not to think about how embarrassing that would be.”
“I’m not a psychic, and neither am I a spiritualist” I tapped the photograph edge on the desk, it made a pleasing sound. “There will be no séance“
“Mark Time is not a sword; he is a razor. “
Well… that’s what they say in the tabloids anyway. Far be it for me to contradict the wisdom of the crowds, I am content to bask in the light of good publicity and enjoy the financial boost that it has given me.
“I’m trying to get in contact with my mother” her face was a pale triangle of light in the shadows of my office. She handed me a photograph of a dead woman. She didn’t look dead in the photograph but it was a face that had been plastered across the news over the last few weeks. Those same tabloids were whipping themselves up in to a brown froth over the sex-death of Ophelia Moncreif-Brown, wife of our much maligned Minister for Trade and Industry.
“You’ve got a reputation for getting the job done” she said to my questioning face.
“Not always to the gratitude of my clients”
“I just what to know what happened”
“Are you prepared for the possibility that what really happened is what is being reported in the papers?”
“I’m trying not to think about how embarrassing that would be.”
“I’m not a psychic, and neither am I a spiritualist” I tapped the photograph edge on the desk, it made a pleasing sound. “There will be no séance“
6 comments:
I liked this - is this part of a larger project? (e.g., Time Files as a novel? Short stories?)
Michael: At the moment the Time Files is a collection of themed thoughts - snapshots from Mr Time's filing cabinet.
very cool. I'll be paying attention.
i like this next rabbit hole you are taking us down...although i suspect there are many of these :)
" Mark Time is not a sword; he is a razor. “
I concur.
Harlequin: I have a few installments up my sleeve, although this does not look like it will turn into anything linear.
Lobi: The benefits of molecular unionisation :)
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