Free Deeks

A couple of years ago I spent some time in Mariposa, a small town in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada in California. Each week the local newspaper would publish a resume of the incidents, provided by the County Sheriff’s Office, that occurred in and around the town during that week. In this song, a member of the Sheriff’s Office has discovered that his wife doesn’t love him anymore. In the first part he is leaving to get to work, he’s in the car, listening to the radio and thinking of what had been happening. The second part is a list of his work during that week that will end up appearing in the local paper. Life in its mundanity and sadness.

The trusty ‘whodunnit’. The book that has fascinated and filled people’s empty hours. We all like a mystery and this is my précis of the genre. Like music uses twelve notes to create a myriad of songs, crime fiction conjures up a million twists to a limited number of plots.

This is a complete beak up of a relationship and by the look of it, it’s turned a little nasty. There’s no reconciliation here and the protagonist is going to have to get out of town...and he ain’t coming back!

A relationship is faltering, and maybe nearing its end. However, one of them is clinging to a belief that there could be a reconciliation. There is tenacity, hope and a belief that it’s not over until the large lady start her song.

A number of years ago I lived in a flat that was owned by a professional woman who lived in the room above. Throughout the night, I would hear the banging of typewriter keys reverberating through the ceiling above. It transpired that she was writing poison pen letters and sending them to the relatives and friends of people she knew. I moved away from the area, but I often wonder what became of her.