Drowning Water Bouys
Every now and again we get posted unknown character submissions using stories sourced mainly from the internet, life experiences, marriages, occasions, relationships and even holidays. I'd like to share this plot sent by @drowningwaterbouys entitled "I'm her father & I couldn't save her"
An imaginary plot
My Dad Michael had a quite strange set of acquaintances, the most prolific of these was Muhammad. Dad called Muhammed to attend his house for a burglary attempt planning session. Mike & Mo were going to pose as Jingle salesmen for UK based education firm and whilst visiting a magic shop adjacent from a bank they would smother the owner "John". When he was knocked unconscious they were to pull back the carpets and begin finding the trap door. They would call me (Poppy Marks) to crawl at a slow pace under the electric and plumbing lines to the bank where a quite well (but unknown to me) known persons deeds were kept and stacked in a vault. A pipe marked gas would need to be carefully crawled round without making any changes for want of setting off alarms.
Mike & Mo would need to pose as pretend engineers for the jingle group using different names so John would never find out their incredulous scheme before he was subdued. The Account box would have a label on it 4080120 inside next to the wilted deeds would be a rose pressed called a "stepsmegran" & i would need to promise that i would not take a whiff of it nor roll it into my pocket as a bonus.
Pocket the deeds place the box back in the vault crawl 103 or 104 yards up the pipe put the rugs back over the trap door, ensure John doesn't slip into a second row coma, exit the building a pawn the deeds to the fence tomorrow and then dad would buy a brand new camera for me with low light exposure waterproofing and all the extras printed in the press.
I guess when @drowningwaterbouys sent the plot to us he wished to remain anonymous because the note he left with it contained a sticked saying "unchecked, mostly noir themed, slight imbalance of grammar & increasing possibility of rewriting based from the policeman POV daily"
My reply was " thanks for the text, third person is hard . (i tried) i can empathise here, i'm confident that like me you'll just be pleased to know its been read and not forgotten, filed but not destroyed and thought of and not erased "