Saturday, 4 December 2010
Madeleine at Scribble and Edit is hosting a blogfest until 11th December.
The object is to "Describe someone's living space in no more than 500 words so that we can vividly imagine the absent person. Then guess from the descriptions posted the type of person who might live in a room like this.
It could be a policeman, assylum seeker, a housewife, an author, a foster child, a Vicar who likes DIY, an axe murderer (!) anyone you like, really, but no-one famous."
So here is my entry:
Doug Jarvis, Private Eye.
I went into the bedroom and looked around. First impressions? Pink.
The air was sweet, Boss Femme and nicotine free.
There was a double bed, the duvet with a bold pink and purple floral design, Evelyn by Seymours. To either side of the bed, narrow shelves held matching table lamps. There was a built in wardrobe down one side of the room, a full length mirror on one door. A well lit dressing table stood next to an unused fireplace with mantel shelf over. An easy chair with a pink throw over it completed the furniture. There were empty hooks on the walls.
I checked the mantel shelf and sure enough lines in the dust showed where someone had cleaned out the photos and momentos that might give away the identity of the room’s occupant. Yeah well, they figured without Doug Jarvis.
I checked the bed; the set of pillows on the right, furthest from the window, was marked by makeup, the other was clean. A copy of Jazz magazine lay on the right hand shelf and an alarm clock. I pressed the alarm button and found the time was set for noon. I walked around the bed to check the other shelf, but it was empty with no marks in the fine layer of dust.
The dressing table was littered with makeup: bright lipsticks, neon eye shadow, volumizing mascara, expensive foundation and concealer. The hairbrush contained strands of dark hair, but also blonde and red, but they didn’t look natural. There was a used book of matches on the dressing table from Ronnie Scott’s.
A white substance on the surface dressing table aroused my suspicions, but it turned out to sugar. There was a small packet of it next to a bottle of lemon juice and a jar of honey.
I was sure I knew who slept in this room.
How about you – who sleeps here?
Posted by Dominic de Mattos at 15:07