The Case of the Kitchen Cacophony

Chel Owens

Frank stopped to listen; the drip drip drip of the old faucet echoing in an empty kitchen. A possibly empty kitchen, of course. Frank remembered The Escapade of ’18 like it was last year and wasn’t taking any chances.

He peered around a finger-smudged corner; first an ear, then his cheek, then his left eye.

Now that his ear was exposed, a click click click from the old kitchen clock played backup music to the faucet. A whirr whirr swoosh whispered from beyond the old kitchen window. An ergh creak moan drifted from the old kitchen floor.

Now that his eye was exposed, he watched the glint squint of dancing stove light caught in leaking faucet drips. He saw the spooky lift and shake of branches sighing in window wind. His attention flicked to the stuttering movement of clock hand inchings. His feet felt, surely, an undulation or two from the beams beneath them in the groaning floor.

What ear and eye did not see, to their owner’s relief, was any sign of HER. Frank sighed softly. Softly, so as not to alert HER to his presence.

His left sneaker inched to and around his peering-corner. Amidst the drip click whoosh creak of kitchen cacophony his squeak-toed sneakers barely spoke. Soon; his left arm, knee, side, and nose came out. He still saw no whole person; no HER. He decided to fully enter.

Thus he stood, midst stove light shadows and singing sighs. Thus he found things just as he spied. Thus he moved, more stealthily still, across an ergh creak moan floor-sea in squeak squeak shoes past click click hands and drip drip sink.

And reached the silent ceramic pot, alone. Alone, with the sounds; which now, for dramatic suspense, all held their noise and watched.

He stretched an arm.

He opened a fist.

He grasped the white ceramic lid.

He lifted.

Standing just a bit taller on tips of toes, Frank used his eyes to peer inside.

And gasped.

All at once, the old kitchen orchestra strummed to life. All at once, they played in time. And, as Frank returned ‘cross noisome space, their song came clear to his sad ear; a rhyme he knew from preschool years yet hadn’t recalled till now it played in drip click moan:

♪Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?♫

And, sad little Frank answered truthfully, “Not me.”

 

Thanks to Peregrine Arc, for a great prompt idea.

For this week’s prompt, I want you to imagine you are a thief. Whatever motive you have, good, bad, or both, is up to you. Whatever setting and condition the safe is in is also up to you. It could be underwater, in a mine, in a delapidated mansion…Take the wheel of literature and drive us there!

But here’s the twist: you don’t get what’s inside the safe. Do you crack it and the contents are missing? Or do you lose your nerve and get caught? Ponderings. Take it and fly and add a psychological twist for $1000, Alex.

21 thoughts on “The Case of the Kitchen Cacophony”

  2. mymindlessdrivel February 3, 2019 / 7:53 pm

    I feel ya, Frankie. What’s a cookie jar for if not to provide cookies to those in need? HER failed you.

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  3. Peregrine Arc February 3, 2019 / 7:59 pm

    This was gold haha. I think we’ve all been here. Especially when it’s the last piece of cake, cookie, etc. 😁 Thanks, Chelsea! 🍪

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    • Chelsea Owens February 3, 2019 / 8:09 pm

      I’m glad you liked it. ❤
      Yes, I relate to Frank -except I am often the one who ate all the cookies.

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    • Peregrine Arc February 8, 2019 / 10:32 pm

      Feel free to join in the fun if you’d like! 😊 I post new prompts on Saturday, midnight usually.

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    • Chelsea Owens February 3, 2019 / 10:46 pm

      Aha! You win! 😀
      As I wrote I was definitely influenced by the contests. The near-to-last paragraph kept trying to be a poem; it’s a bit obvious.

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  9. magicquill17 February 6, 2019 / 11:42 am

    I like how you set the whole tense atmosphere with your skilful use of onomatopoeia. The ending got me- very clever of you to get the audience anticipating something big and then suddenly breaking the tension with humour.
    *puts on enthusiastic event anchor’s voice* Huge round of applause for Chelsea!

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