This is day one of the February challenge set up by We Work for Cheese. The rules, they said, were that there were no rules other than a list of prompts and an attempt to post each day. So I’ve ignored their list of prompts entirely and decided to finally write a story that has been in mind for some time. Each day will add a new chapter — I hope.
So meet Robert Fielding, the world’s most mediocre detective, Adramelech, a Demon From Hell, and Toronto as it is and was.
Have you ever had the sneaky feeling that cartoon physics make more sense than real-life physics?
For instance, if you haven’t noticed that you’ve just run off a cliff, shouldn’t you be able to continue running in a straight line for a while until looking down to see nothing underfoot?
Or in my particular case, if you’re running from a real live Demon From Hell — which, I might remind the reader, is not supposed to exist — and you really, really need to make a 90-degree Road-Runneresque turn into another corridor to escape — shouldn’t you be able to do that without smashing into the wall and lying in a crumpled heap on the floor?
You should, I say. You should.
I, on the other hand, didn’t. Make the turn, that is. The smashing and crumpling part I accomplished like an expert.
Struggling into a sitting position and bracing…
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