Flowerchild was finally finishing up her last minute Christmas stuff.
She gave the maids their gifts and wished them all a safe and happy
Christmas with their families. Giggling they all jumped into their
various vehicles and sped off, leaving Flowerchild alone.
Sighing, Flowerchild went the living room of her mansion and sat down.
She poured a little bit more wine and took a deep sip. In a few more
hours she would have to leave for her own family get together.
Her phone went off and she picked it up. A panicked commissioner
answered on the other line,
"Miss Flowers....we have a problem here. Ever since that crazy Packers
game this weekend and most of my force is away I don't have the..."
Flowerchild let him prattle on for a few more minutes. If her alter
ego, Detective Flowers, wasn't such a timid lady...she would have told
him to shut up.
Cutting the Commissioner off, "Sir...what exactly are you wanting me
After a little more babbling, he tells her that there was a strange
crime in the waterfront district and they could use Flowerchild's
expertise on this if Miss Flowers could get ahold of her.
"Well...I don't know Sir if I can, but I will see what I can do....yes
Sir....you too Sir....Merry Christmas."
Flowerchild hangs up the phone and looks at the time. Can't take the
Flowermobile and still have time to get back here for the Porsche.
Quickly she puts on her catsuit, boots and mask. Grabbing her package
she put it in a back pack and jumps into the porsche.
A short time later she arrives in the waterfront district. An array of
cop lights told her were to go and she pulled up to a grocery store
with alot of interesting Christmas decorations. The air was coming off
the lake cold today as she stepped out of the car.
A portly cop walks up to her, "Hello Flowerchild...a little bit of
transportation you have today?"
"Never mind that..whats the story?" Flowerchild's boot heels click
against the concrete.
The officer proceeded to tell the situation but it hardly seemed too
needed. Three ppl were wrapped from head to toe in red ribbon and each
placed under the Christmas trees on sale. A angry looking lady was
harnessed next to the statues of Santa's reindeer. Flowerchild had to
hold back a giggle when she saw the woman with a candycane bit gag.
"Who are they?" Flowerchild walked up and placed her hand on the
ladie's head...as if she wasn't that important.
"Just a bunch of carolers Flowerchild. They said they were wishing ppl
a Merry Christmas and singing when a lady with blonde hair came up..."
Flowerchild turned and look right in the harnessed ladies eyes, "the
woman that did this to you was blonde? My height roughly and close to
The lady nodded her head yes..kind of shocked by Flowerchild's tone.
Flowerchild turned and walk away with the officer in tow.
"I think we may have a problem...does anyone know where she went?"
Flowerchild stopped under a giant stocking hanging from the edge of
the one story building.
The officer sighed and said no. "Whomever it was used some sort of
knockout gas on them. They all awoke like this. They..."
Flowerchild raised her hand to silence him. She cocked her head and
looked upward. The stocking above them was pretty large...and had a
huge display of mistletoe above it. A slight groan comes from above.
Quickly Flowerchild grabs a ladder and climbs up.
She can now see this stocking had someone inside. The shape was
apparent. She got to the top of the stocking and saw an odd tightly
wrapped body...no...two bodies wrapped together. She undid the
wrapping at the heads and two teenage heads appeared. She kept
unwrapping and could see that they were bound so they were in a forced
"You two ok?" Flowerchild sort of smiled at them. The brunette was
blushing red with embarrassment, while the young man would deny
They nodded yes and were able to say which way the woman went that
tied them. Flowerchild told them thanks and patted them both on the
head...winking at the girl.
After getting off the ladder, "ok officer...I think you can cut the
love birds down. I got to get the Blonde Binder."
Flowerchild proceeded to her porsche and took off down the
streets..hot on the Blonde Binder's trail.
After an hour, Flowerchild finally centered in on her prey. She had to
be in the abandoned doll factory. Flowerchild opened the door and
pauses. She can't leave her present in the car in this neighborhood.
Heck...she probably shouldn't have a porsche here either. She slips it
back in the backpack and puts it on. Slowly she heads around and into
the back door of the factory.
It's quite dark inside. The shadows of the machinery blends into the
walls. Though sexy...her boots make a defined sound against the floor
as she walks.
"Well well well....look who's here to spread some comfort and joy."
The voice echos all around Flowerchild.
"I knew it was you Binder....tying up carolers..thats low, even for
you." She shifts and turns..trying to get a fix on Binder's location.
"Feh! This is a terrible time of year but perfect for some mischief."
The voice still echos but from a different direction.
Quickly a machine's arm comes to life and spins toward Flowerchild.
She does a backflip and misses that one. "You got to do better
Another machine arm comes from the dark and slams her in the far wall.
Her body falls but her backpack catches a hook on the way down. A
definite tear is heard. Flowerchild groans and crawls to the backpack
and opens it. The hook had went through it and the package...she looks
and a massive tear goes across a sweater inside. She tries to rise but
"Oh....you little..mmmfff!" Weakened and hurting, Flowerchild never
saw the rag of cloroform coming as Binder puts it to her face.
"There there hun..it'll be all better. We are going to have such a fun
filled Christmas and...." Flowerchild goes limp and Binder drops her.
"Well....didn't even stay awake long enough for my threats. Whats
this?" Binder walks up to the pack and looks inside. She sees the torn
sweater. She scoffs a little but then sees a card addressed "To: Mom".
Binder looks at her limp enemy on the ground then upward.
The next morning Flowerchild's eyes flicker open. She could already
tell that she wasn't in her costume and in a different place. She
quickly rises expecting the usual chains and ropes..but there was
none. The lights come on and she squints...a figure stands in the doorway.
"Well good morning sleepyhead." The kind voice comes from the light.
"M...mom? That you?" Flowerchild could tell she didn't even had her
mask on and was in some pjs.
"Well of course it's me. Who else would it be. By the way...Merry
Christmas." She came up and started to play with her daughter's hair.
"Umm...Merry Christmas to you mom. How did I get here?" Flowerchild
was def on edge.
"She said you would be groggy today. You are always working to hard
being the best detective in all of Racine. Now come and lets open some
presents." She exited out the door with Flowerchild following.
"Friend? What friend? Mom?" She kept up till they reached the quaint
little living room of her mother's home. The tree was gorgeous and so
was the packages.
"That blonde haired friend from work dear. She said you wasn't feeling
well last night and she brought you here. Poor sweet baby...you was so
out of it last night." She picked up a gift. "Now is this one mine hun?"
Her Mom looked at it and started to unwrap it. "Ummm...mom...there
should be something you ought to know about that..."
She pulled out the beautiful cream colored sweater. There was no tear
in it at all. Her mom started to carress it and oooh'ed at it.
"Irish wool? Am I right hun?" She kept looking it over..loving it.
"Ummm..yes it is." Flowerchild thought for a minute, not sure what was
going on. She sat down in the old green chair in the corner.
Her mom smile was beaming and she tossed her daughter a card saying,
:To Miss Flowers.
It was a simple card. Light blue and with a pretty snowflake on the
front. Flowerchild opened it and only a brief message was inside,
Enjoy these moments.
Flowerchild put the card down and looked at her mom and smiled. Binder
must have fixed the sweater. If anyone could have figured out a way to
reknit a torn sweater...it would have been her.
Dusk was settling in on a hilltop somewhere in West Virginia. A lone
figure stood in a huge dark cotton coat...a hood over the head, stood
by a tombstone. Her gloved hand reached out and put a white stone and
red rose on the top of it with dozens of other stones already there. They
were held together by a simple ribbon.
She turned and pulled her hair back and wiped away a tear. Then with a
few stars starting to shine, proceeded down the trail alone.
*may your holidays be joyous...and may you enjoy the times we have
with those we love...Merry Christmas and happy holidays*