Crossword Conundrum – Chapter 11: The Mystery Prize

And now for the epilogue, or rather, the punchline of this story.

It turns out I’ve won the mystery prize from The Rotten Peach’s crossword puzzle contest after all.

Because, at eight in the morning one lazy Sunday, I get a few very loud knocks at the front door to my apartment. Being Sunday, I’m barely conscious and still in my underwear, so I hastily slip on some pants and a t-shirt from my hamper and try to answer whoever’s there. Karina, wearing an oversized hoodie, comes stumbling out after me.

I open the door, and there’s a gruff-looking guy in a blue baseball cap holding out a few pieces of paper. “Sign at the bottom of each page,” he says.

“Huh?” I’m signing the papers anyway, but I’m really confused about what’s going on.

He beckons back behind him, to the sidewalk in front of my apartment complex. There is a dump truck, and it’s filled with… magazines.

Shit.

I only realize what’s going on as I finish signing the last piece of paper, which is promptly yanked away from me by the delivery man. 

Karina reaches the front door and puts a hand on my back to hold herself up. “What’s going on, Morgan…?” she mutters.

“I think I won the mystery prize,” I say.

The delivery man checks his watch, looks at the paper I signed, and then says, “You, Morgan Harding, now own the complete assets of Rotten Peach, LLC, including the IP rights to the trademark, its catalog and contents, and all materials from its warehouses.” 

The dump truck has literally thousands of magazines piled up waiting for me.

“Huh. Well then.”

“So where do you want me to unload the truck?” he asks.

“Morgan,” Karina says. “You’re fucked.”

“Yep.”

終わり

Art by Joi Massat

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7 comments

  1. Thus concludes CROSSWORD CONUNDRUM, and we’ve got the next story THE WORST MYSTERY coming at you on Friday, July 5th. There’s a side story set for next Tuesday as well, though with how much I’ve been playing Super Mario Maker 2, there is no guarantee it will be done in time. Pray to the AI overlords that I decide to do something useful.

    1. Now that Morgan is the owner and sole proprietor of the entire magazine, there is much to expect. So, so much. Morgan has never been happier.

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