{"id":130702,"date":"2023-09-02T13:30:59","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:30:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130702"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:30:59","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:30:59","slug":"a-crime-of-passion-or-not-hour-five","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/a-crime-of-passion-or-not-hour-five\/","title":{"rendered":"A Crime of Passion (or Not) &#8211; Hour Five"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A Crime of Passion (or Not)<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Shards of glass, strewn everywhere, scattered beneath the moonlit sky<br \/>\nBrown footprints appear to dot the windowsill &#8211; a clear sign of forced entry perhaps<br \/>\nInside, chaos ensues<br \/>\nTossed memories, loose leaf dreams, lots of questions<br \/>\nThe glass appears to have been broken from the inside&#8230; and out&#8230;<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s odd<br \/>\nThe papers strewn everywhere seem like there was a struggle of some sort, but it could have been internal<br \/>\nIt could have been self made<br \/>\nAnd yet, no one is home, just a frightened cat, maybe the source of the paw prints<br \/>\nWhere&#8217;s the homeowner?<br \/>\nA canvass of the area shows footprints leading into the woods<br \/>\nInside, more clues&#8230; crumpled up paper in the trash, the pages filled with illegible writing and scribbles<br \/>\nMaybe harm, maybe harmless &#8211; scene and source unknown<br \/>\nA walk into the woods follows the footprints to a clearing in the trees where there is a road to nowhere<br \/>\nCould the suspect have fetched a ride and better yet, again, where is the homeowner<br \/>\nA walk into the woods follows the footprints to a clearing in the trees where there is a road to nowhere important<br \/>\nCould the suspect have hitched a ride and better yet, the homeowner. Location unknown<br \/>\nA jogger passing by confirms she saw one lone mad man jump into a Taurus and head East, yelling something about a coffee shop<br \/>\nWe head East for answers<br \/>\nThe coffee shop is filled with early Saturday, pre-dawn, revelers, busy for the hour at hand<br \/>\nWe must interview them all<br \/>\nWhen we finish our discussions, we have but one customer left. A balding man in his 40s, leaving a restroom and looking flustered<br \/>\nUpon questioning, we learn he&#8217;s a writer and on a deadline. Suffering a days long writers&#8217; block, the commotion ensued at home<br \/>\nAnd there we have it, no break-in, just no sense of break through<br \/>\nThe cat&#8230;. he was the source of the footprints on the sill. He spilled coffee on the only idea the man had had in days.<\/p>\n<p>Case closed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Crime of Passion (or Not) Shards of glass, strewn everywhere, scattered beneath the moonlit sky Brown footprints appear to dot the windowsill &#8211; a clear sign of forced entry perhaps Inside, chaos ensues Tossed memories, loose leaf dreams, lots of questions The glass appears&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12,1136,441],"tags":[5777,3019,5943,5942,1806,3456,392],"class_list":["post-130702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2023-poetry-marathon-poems","tag-24-hour-poetry-marathon","tag-crime-poems","tag-crime-poetry","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130702","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130702"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130702\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130923,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130702\/revisions\/130923"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}