This is the first part of a fiction serial, in 770 words.
The first line was suggested as a short story, by writer and blogger, Jon Risdon. https://wilfredbooks.wordpress.com/
I decided to expand it into a longer serial.
After the postlady had pushed the letters through the letterbox, Jon noticed a smear of fresh blood on one of them.
Below the usual stack of bills, circulars, and card statements, the envelope stood out. It was small and square, like the kind that usually contains a greeting card. Sand-coloured, the edges were decorated with maroon squares, in a geometric design. The wide smear of blood was around the stuck down flap at the back, as if whoever had licked the glue had blood around their mouth as they did so.
The name and address was written in block capitals, with what looked like a marker pen of some kind. Not that it was a proper address, Jon had his moderate fame to thank for it being delivered at all.
MR JONATHON RIDLEY, YORK, YORKSHIRE.
Obvously, someone at the postal sorting office knew him well enough to have put it into the right bin, where it would have been collected by the pleasant lady who had been delivering his post ever since he had moved to the city some years back. The stamp was a Christmas stamp, second-class and probably bought some time ago,. The design was a drawing from Raymond Briggs’ book, ‘Father Christmas’. Jon tried to recall when those Christmas commemoratives had been issued, but couldn’t remember. It was a long time ago though, he knew that much.
Still, the one good thing about stamps with 1st or 2nd printed on them was that they would always be honored, no matter how old.
He took the post into what had once been the dining room, but was now his study. Taking the antique letter opener in the design of a Toldeo sword from a Moorcroft pot at the back of his desk, he opened the strange letter with great care. Inside, a thin sheet of notepaper bore the same design as the envelope, and there was just one word written on it, in large capital letters.
HELP
Sitting down into the green leather captain’s chair that he always used for his writing, he studied the postmark using an ivory-handled magnifying glass that looked as if it could have once been owned by Sherlock Holmes. Around the circular design was printed Watford Mail Centre. The date was faded, as if the machine was running out of ink, but he could clearly make out the number fifteen. The fifteenth of this month then. That was four days ago, about right for a second-class letter with an incomplete address.
Although he prided himself on knowing and having visited most parts of the British Isles, he was certain that he had never been to Watford. All he knew of it was that it was an unimpressive commuter town to the north west of London, and that it was the last stop on the Metropolitan Line of the London Underground network. And as far as he knew, he didn’t know anyone who lived there. Not personally, anyway.
One of his readers pehaps? A person who enjoyed his crime novels and thought he was someone who could actually solve such mysteries in real life. For many years, his Detective Inspector Johnson series had been required reading in the genre, and sold well in hardback long before the paperback was available. He had run to twenty-six books in that popular series, before losing the muse. When he told Claudia that he wanted to change direction, to write science fiction and fantasy, she had shaken her head as she lit a cigarette.
“Daaaarling”, she drawled. “Write what you know. Write what sells”. He had waved away the cloud of smoke she exhaled, and parted company with his literary agent.
Moving almost three hundred miles from Brighton to York had not been intended to be his retirement. But when rejection after rejection flooded in for his sci-fi manuscripts, it turned out to be just that. He even tried to rework his detective novels into the future, something along the lines of ‘Inspector Johnson In Space’. But even he thought they were so obviously a rip-off, he never sent them to the editor.
Life in York wasn’t so bad. Years of success and the inheritance from his mother’s house sale left him comfortable financially. And his reputation was still good enough to allow unaddressed letters to be delivered through his front door. He pushed the piece of notepaper around with the tip of the letter opener as he sat thinking. A mysterious letter was indeed great inspiration for a new novel. It would require some research first of course.
He would get onto that tomorrow. First thing.
I’m finally settling down to read my favorite blogs and I love the start of this one Pete! Help? Blood? Letters? So many implications…hugs, C
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I took Jon’s first line suggestion, and decided to make it into a serial. Hope you enjoy it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I good start. The tension is growing. 😉 xx Michael
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I like to insert a little tension now and again, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I like it x
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Thanks, Lorraine. A shorter serial, with a different mood this time.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I like the different mood. Though the last one was good, it hit quite near the bone, but I did want to see what happened in the end. I look forward to seeing where this one goes x
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This is a conscious change of style, but will not be as long as the one before. x
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I love it. I especially appreciate that the writing style itself has shifted into one more typical of detective stories.
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Thanks very much, Elizabeth. I have tried to alter my usual style, and I also assure you that there will be nothing ‘distasteful’, to make you have to stop reading.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I will begin to catch up today after being immersed in puppy.
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Great to see you back! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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This was a great opening chapter. I can tell I’m gonna like it!
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Thanks very much, Jennie. Something a little different from me this time.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You’re welcome, Pete. Best to you.
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Yeah…A new series with a difference I love a good detective story/whodunnit…Good start, Pete x Shared to Twitter 🙂
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Thanks very much, Carol. This is a different direction for me. So far… 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I’m sure it will live up to our expectations as your other ones have …Looking forward to it 🙂 x
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I love detective novels! Going to be happy with this one. And I like the style too.
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Thanks, Jude. It is a conscious style change for this one.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Oops I did read this yesterday and somehow managed not to comment. A most intriguing start that has already pulleed me in. A different writing style too which I’m liking a lot!
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Thanks, FR. I have changed the style somewhat for this serial. It will also be rather slower and more ‘procedural’ than some others. Hope you continue to enjoy it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I think that’s a given!
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Woooo big stallion! you weren’t that well just a day or two ago. I’m guessing you’re going to come at us some 25-30 times before you’re through on this one. Slow and steady wins the race! Based on the start? If you keeled over midway through this serial, your fans would be shattered!
🙂 CT
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Thanks, Chris. This is definitely a ‘slow and steady’ serial.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A terrific title and a fast-paced first chapter…looking forward to this one!
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Thanks, John. I hope you enjoy it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes, we are already into the next serial! Looking forward to it.
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Thanks, Geoff. When I was sent the first line by Jon, I shelved the serial I was about to start, and began this one instead.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Intriguing start, Pete!
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Thanks, Audrey. I hope it continues to interest you.
Best wishes, Pete.
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This one speaks to me. I will try my best to my keep up.
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Dear Cindy. I hope you are well, and life has calmed down for you.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I left a comment on your latest post, but it hasn’t appeared. Might be in Spam. x
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Intriguing start 🙂
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Thanks very much, Mary.
Best wishes, Pete.
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This looks promising, Pete
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Thanks, Sue. Less of the gruesome, and more of the methodical this time. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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OK!
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🙂
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Since he is a writer, it can be whatever he wants it to be or whatever comes to mind. Warmest regards, Theo
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Yes, he has ‘carte blanche’, as the French say.
But he is also genuinely interested in discovering the truth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nice start Inspector Johnson 🙂
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Watch out, or you’ll get a clip round the ear! 🙂
“Evening all”.
Cheers, Pete.
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Brilliant! Thanks, Pete, that’s an excellent beginning! Fame at last, ha ha 😉 I’m intrigued to know how my vicarious life is going to turn out 😀 Cheers, Jon.
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I made him an author, not an actor, and changed the surname. Also the location, from Whitby, to York. I also made you gay, Jon. Apologies in advance for that. (See part two)
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) “The wide smear of blood was around the stuck down flap at the back, as if whoever had licked the glue had blood around their mouth as they did so.” The envelope appeared incredibly old. When Jon Harker flipped it over, he noticed that the letter had been postmarked on “4 noiembrie 1475” and that it had been sent from Snagov, Romania by someone with the initials VD.
(2) Inside the envelope was a thin piece of paper on which appeared a series of musical notes. There was one word written above the staff in large capital letters, and a string of words printed beneath the staff that seemed to be a hastily written refrain:
HELP
Help me if you can, I’m feeling down / And I do appreciate you being ’round / Help me get my feet back on the ground / Won’t you please, please help me?
(3) I once examined an elephant figurine with an ivory-handled magnifying glass. I could swear that it gave me a dirty look!
(4) Billboard on the M1 advertising a car dealership: Watford have you driven lately?
(5) A coded message from MI6: “James, there’s a mole in the London underground network!”
(6) Curiously, in a literary mise en abîme, Detective Inspector Pete Johnson also wrote stories. But his main character was a film director named Ridley whose favorite genre was science fiction.
(7) Science Fiction trivia: Michael York, the star of “Logan’s Run,” was born in Fulmer, just 14 miles southwest of Watford.
(8) Jonathon Ridley wrote a sci-fi rip-off of “The Three Musketeers” entitled “The Three Space Inspectors.” The main characters were Johnson, Gadget, and Clouseau.
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Dracula, and the Beatles? You are on a roll, David! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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This looks to be another great story Pete!
Looking forward to the next part of your series!
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Thank you so much, dear Nadine. Part 2 tomorrow. (Already written)
Best wishes, Pete. 🙂
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I will be sure to read it!
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Good idea, he may get inspiration, but can he save the mystery person, will he get involved in real life danger he’s not prepared for? I can just picture his cosy house just inside York’s ancient walls. When he gets to Watford he will wish he was home…
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He will indeed, Janet.
I know Watford all too well. My wife is from Abbots Langley. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a lovely beginning. Can’t wait to see where it goes!
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Thanks very much, Carolyn. One thing is for sure, it is going somewhere! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, I hope whoever had licked the envelope hadn’t got the Rona…
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This is set before the pandemic, Stevie. That would have placed far too many limitations on my storytelling! 🙂
(The time period will be referenced soon. It is before 2019, but not long before.)
Best wishes, Pete.
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this looks a mystery serial let the story begi
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Oh yes. It is a mystery alright. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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