“Lanning,” said Chan, “we’re trying our best to nail Gi Yu for your father’s murder.”
I told them what had just transpired at Sheena’s with Margie.
Chan said, “Your dad was watching over you.”
Kono and Chin had to take off. After they’d gone, I placed a large envelope on the table in front of Chan.
“I wrote about what happened. My father.”
“Wow, impressive,” Chan said, looking through the pages. “Whoa. I see I get alotta air time here. No changing the names to protect the innocent?”
I laughed. “No. I wanted to tell it straight.”
“You know, sometimes I wish I had time to write up some of my cases. I’d have to fictionalize them pretty heavily. People might be interested.”
“Speaking of that,” I said, “I was thinking I’d like to write about you. Your cases. You’d make a great protagonist.”
Chan laughed, blushed even.
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Aloha #WriterThursday, I hope you are well and taking precautions still. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
Use it to write a piece or any style, poem, short story, play, or essay, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )