The Bloody Burrito


Julian and Paul were strolling through the park, the Colorado sun casting long shadows as it began its descent. Paul, a timid soul with a penchant for routine, was content with their usual path. Julian, on the other hand, was a different breed. He was the kind of guy who’d jump off a cliff if he thought there was a good story at the bottom.

“Hey, Paul,” Julian said, his voice laced with a humor that was as dry as the Colorado air. “Ever wonder what’s beyond that hill?”

Paul glanced at the hill in question, his brow furrowing. “Not particularly.”

“Well, let’s find out,” Julian said, already veering off the path.

Paul sighed, but followed. He’d learned long ago that arguing with Julian was like trying to convince a mountain to move. It was easier to just go along for the ride.

At the top of the hill, they found a picnic table. On it, a half-eaten burrito. It was covered in blood.

“Wow,” Julian said, his eyes wide. “That’s one hell of a hot sauce.”

Paul blanched, his stomach churning. “Julian, that’s not funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” Julian asked, his grin wide. He leaned over the burrito, his nose wrinkling. “Smells like… chicken. And blood. Mostly blood.”

Paul swallowed hard, his gaze darting around the deserted park. “We should call the police.”

“And say what?” Julian asked. “Hello, officer, we found a bloody burrito in the park? They’d laugh us off the line.”

“But what if someone’s hurt?” Paul asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Julian’s grin faded. He looked at Paul, his eyes serious. “Then we’ll find them.”

And so, they set off, following a trail of crumbs and splatters of hot sauce. They found a discarded napkin, a plastic fork, and a trail of footprints that led them deeper into the park.

As they walked, Julian kept up a steady stream of sarcastic commentary. “You know, Paul, I never thought I’d say this, but I think we’ve stumbled onto a culinary crime scene. Someone’s committed burrito-cide.”

Paul didn’t laugh. He was too busy scanning the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. He was sure they were being watched. He could feel eyes on them, could hear the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs.

“Julian,” he said, his voice shaky. “I think we should go back.”

Julian paused, his gaze following Paul’s to the shadows. “You scared, Paul?”

Paul nodded, his throat tight. “Aren’t you?”

Julian shrugged. “Nah. I’ve always wanted to be in a real-life mystery. This is like a dream come true.”

Paul didn’t share Julian’s enthusiasm. He was more of a ‘cozy mystery’ kind of guy. He liked his crimes solved from the comfort of his living room, preferably with a cup of tea and a good book.

But there was no turning back now. They were in this together, following a trail of breadcrumbs and blood, chasing after a mystery that was as bizarre as it was terrifying.

And as the sun set and the shadows grew longer, Paul couldn’t help but wonder what they’d find at the end of the trail. Would it be a victim, a perpetrator, or something else entirely?

Only time would tell. And until then, they had a bloody burrito to solve.


What happens next?

Mild to Wild

1 = Keep it simple10 = Let's get wild

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