Blog #6 - Missed Opportunity

Dorothy wasn’t one to get really excited about carnivals, festivals, or other things of the sort. However, when she heard there was a circus coming to town that everyone always went to, her thoughts began to run wild. She couldn’t control the multitudes of potential conversations she could have with Evelyn at the circus. Questions such as,
“Why were so many people leaving the power plant the other night?”
“Why did everyone look so nervous and anxious?”
“Why YOU of all people were out that late at the power plant?”
would not stop circling through her mind. It took everything she had inside of her to not be the first one at the circus to wait to talk to Evelyn.
When Friday rolled around, and the circus was all set for display and entertainment, Dorothy collected her camera bag and wallet and set forth for the colorful tents. She had been constantly thinking about what she would say in the moment she walked up to Evelyn, but once she got to the entrance of the circus, her mind went blank. One minute she can’t control how crazy it is, and the next she can’t control how empty it is. Is everything in her life falling into a pattern of not being able to be controlled?
As she began walking around the event, she spotted Evelyn with her two kids. Dorothy kept eyes on the group until the kids left and Evelyn was alone. When Dorothy approached, Evelyn seemed surprised and taken aback by her presence.

“Hi Evelyn! I know you might not know me, but I know you from when I’ve visited the cutlery museum and I was wondering if…”
“Oh hi there, um, right now isn’t really a good time to talk.”
“But if you could just answer one question for me, it would really…”
“Not right now young lady. I’ll see you around.”
And just as fast as Dorothy approached the situation, the opportunity slipped away. Yet another thing Dorothy couldn’t control, no matter how hard she tried.

Comments

  1. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2019 at 9:49 AM

    Dorothy
    1. Really good sentence (plot moving, develops character, really nice sentence)
    And just as fast as Dorothy approached the situation, the opportunity slipped away. Yet another thing Dorothy couldn’t control, no matter how hard she tried.
    2. Any question you want to ask?
    How old is Dorothy?
    3. Something you’re unclear about?
    Why is Dorothy so interested in Evelyn, of all people in the blog? What sets her apart?
    4. One suggestion to develop character
    Find someone who has the same questions as you do…?

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2019 at 10:22 AM

    “Dorothy wasn’t one to get really excited about carnivals, festivals, or other things of the sort. However, when she heard there was a circus coming to town that everyone always went to, her thoughts began to run wild. She couldn’t control the multitudes of potential conversations she could have with Evelyn at the circus”
    Why is Dorothy so fixated on her camera?
    What age group is she? Is she friends with any of the people at the meeting?

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  3. UnknownFebruary 13, 2019 at 10:22 AM

    Questions such as, “Why were so many people leaving the power plant the other night?” “Why did everyone look so nervous and anxious?” “Why YOU of all people were out that late at the power plant?”
    Why didn’t Dorothy approach someone other than Evelyn when she got rejected? There were lots of people at the power plant.
    Why hasn’t Dorothy gone to the police
    Do something with the pictures Dorothy took. Maybe confront all the people that were at the power plant with them.

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  4. Stephanie GreeneFebruary 25, 2019 at 7:03 PM

    Rose. The rose etching on the watch, hammer, diary, photos: almost everything tied to the murder. Now, the hard part was figuring out which Rose. Rose Pittus? Or Dorothy Rose? Both lived in the Foxberry, and to be honest, both were pretty shady figures.

    Mr. Salimov, from one floor down, had recently sent Stephanie a note, after which they met for the first time. Apparently he’d thought she sent him the watch so he was just as confused as Stephanie when she revealed she hadn’t. Little by little, pieces started coming together. With her collection, Aydar’s testament, and the remains of the police’s evidence, she had managed to piece together a story.

    They both believed that Rose, Pittus that is, wasn’t guilty.

    Dorothy Rose was a photographer, after all. She could have taken the two photos of Stephanie, as well as the picture of Mr. Evans that Stephanie Lovett had found in the parking lot and turned in to the police.

    They couldn’t be sure, though. Unfortunately, many police files were already missing, leading Stephanie and Aydar to suspect someone had already rifled through them. If only they had access to the station’s security cameras.

    Their curiosity, and lack of evidence, led them to watch Dorothy with a close eye. They took turns monitoring activity to and from her apartment, day and night; however their efforts yielded few results. Dorothy seemed completely normal, except her frequent trips to Bea.

    Such excruciating efforts led Stephanie to lose track of time in the previous days: she’d been late to work for the first time, late to dinner dates with Oliver and his family, and late to pay her bills. The only thing she wasn’t late for was watching Dorothy. That seemed to be all that mattered at the moment: figuring out if she sent the packages, what she knew about Evans, and how everything might be connected.

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