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A funny fictional Haibun in 100 words for your post-Thanksgiving pleasure.
It was Thanksgiving morning and famously temperamental chef
Octavian O’Hara lay dead on the floor of his restaurant; a meat cleaver buried
in the top of his head. Medical Examiner Devraj Byron, a short, stout,
middle-aged Indian man, shrugged as he explained his outrageous theory to Sergeant
Bulan Eini, a hard-boiled lady detective for whom M.E. Byron carried a blazing
torch.
“I know it makes me sound crazy, Sarge, but with the angle of
the blow, the only one who coulda done it is the turkey!”
the bird escaped clean
who knew turkeys could fight back?
I'll just have stuffing.
~ornery owl~
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