42 Words #6

Hey everyone,

Here we are, on the semi-final week of 42 words and I just want to say once again, thanks to all those who stepped up and took the challenge.  This week we are revealing which number was least picked in the vote (It was number 6 if you hadn’t realised) but before we do that reveal, lets first review the tortures of being trapped with Chelsea’s pick of number 36.

Ian from the moon is rising

Charles from Potatoes, and the Promise of More Potatoes

Ted watched his pretend glass box baited with invisible food from a camouflaged hunter’s blind. Today, he would trap many. Yesterday his prey was blown away by imaginary winds. But, today would be different: He was finally going to catch some mimes…

Dave from MMA Storytime

Sadje from Keep It Alive

Sara from Relax, It’s All Write

Ok, so here is the great reveal, what was the least popular choice between our final two numbers – well it was lucky number six.

But what is the theme, you ask?  Well its almost criminal that this one was picked at all.  Devious, mischevious, ingenious minds at work, I’m thinking for this week’s theme is …

CRIME

There’s crime a foot this week on 42 words and you’re the one in charge of wrapping it up – in 42 words.  What type of crime, where, when, how, why?  I don’t know but I suspect we will have a few suspects to consider.  So jump to it folks and get the hounds on the trail for this is the second to last week and we need to find our criminal.

Now I’ve rabbited on let’s get down to business, only one number to go, but what’s the theme.  Now if you remember I told you a few times the list is alphabetical so if you want to have a guess in the comments go ahead.

And next week we will tackle the lucky last, 19.

GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	19	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

This crime of passion leads to a sticky end.

The idea had come upon him as he remembered how she’d laughed when he’d arrived at her fancy dress party in a rooster outfit but now the joke was on her.

Unlatching her door he chuckled, watching as the chickens scampered inside.

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