The Lobster-Chef Interrogation

Submitted into Contest #76 in response to: Write a story told exclusively through dialogue.... view prompt


Funny Science Fiction Crime


“Mrs. Peters, can you explain what happened?”

“From the beginning, or-”

“From the beginning.”

“Oh dear, the beginning. Well, I was at the restaurant with all my friends. Christie, and Julie, and Stacey, and Karen, and Rachel, and Rachel’s odd daughter, and Julie’s husband, and Stacey’s cousin-”

“Please, ma’am, continue. We already know who was involved.”

“Oh, are you going to interrogate them? Oh, don’t do that. Poor Christie will crack under the stress, no, she won’t like that. Christie always melts down at something. Last year it was the Fourth of July, the fireworks were wet, and she’d so wanted to see them. Then it was her granddaughter’s first steps- my, we heard about that at bridge club for weeks. Before that her maid-of-honor looking nicer in her wedding dress than she did, and before that-”


“Sorry, so sorry, I do this all the time! My mouth just starts running- bblblbbblblblbbblbl, just like a motor. My husband tells me, he tells me, “Helen, if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna start sleepin’ in the livin’ room again!” He’s from Kentucky, officer, they talk horrid like that.”

“Ma’am, please, just answer the questions.”

“What questions? You haven’t asked me anything yet! Don’t run your hand through your hair like that, you’ll go bald. Where are you going?”


“State your name.”

“Mrs. Julie Tulip Angella Pearl Jonson. That’s Jonson with no ‘h’, officer. And ‘Angella’ with two ‘l’s’. Tulip- can you spell Tulip?”

“I can, ma’am.”

“Good boy. Some folks can’t, you know. I do pity them, just not as bright as others. You know, I once met someone who spelled ‘pie’ wrong, wrote it like ‘pi’ with an ‘i’-”

“Please describe the incident.”

“Well, it was very dark outside and I was meeting my friends- Helen, Stacey, Christie, Rachel-”

“I know, ma’am. Mrs. Peters- Helen- already told me.”

“Well, you might have forgotten. And Rachel’s daughter, and Julie’s husband, and Stacey’s cousin- write that down good, officer.”

(long pause)

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Alright then. It was dark, very dark, too dark to see my own hand. We were all headed to the restaurant, gabbling away. Then Rachel’s daughter got into an argument with Julie, who’s around her age. We had to go and break it up, can you believe that?”

“Ma’am, just the facts. We don’t have time for all the details.”

“Well fine then. Just the facts, sir? We go into the restaurant, eat, hear some yelling, see a lobster, talk to the police, go home.”

“Ma’am, I’m going to need a little more.”

“You said you wanted the facts, officer, those are the facts. You want to hear the story, listen to me hash it out.”

(long pause)

“Very well, ma’am. Go ahead.”

“Good boy. Now, it was very dark outside, too dark to see my own hand...”


“Please state your name.”

“You already know my name.”

“I'm aware of that, ma’am, but this has to go on the record.”

“Can’t you just write it?”

“Yes ma’am, but we still need a record.”

“Maybe you can’t spell my name.”

“We can, ma’am.”

“Really? I got a pretty long name.”

“I’m aware of that, ma’am.”

“Why do you need me to state my name then?”

“Official reasons.”

“How official?”

“Very official.”

“Too official to just write it down?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Or is it cause you can’t spell?”

(long pause)

“You are Nymphadora Jones, daughter of Rachel Jones?”


“What happened at the restaurant, Miss Jones?”

“Lots of stuff! There was a lobster, an angry ex, a chef, and a dude that punched an old lady. That one was my favorite, cause old ladies don’t usually get punched.”

“What order did these events take place?”

“Good question.”

“Do you remember?”



“I was in the bathroom the whole time, officer! Came back to blood all over the table, and some lady shrieking, “The shoes! Where are the shoes?” Then you all showed up and dragged everyone to the police station. Even me. Why’d you bring me, Officer?  I wasn’t even there.”

(long pause)

“Please go.”

“Love to. By the way, are you married?”

“I’m ten years older than you.”

“But you’re so pretty-”

“Get out.”


“Sit down.”

“Can I stand instead? I got a hip.”


“Fine. Now state your name.”

“Christie Brown. Used to be Christie M-”

“That’s very nice, ma’am, but Brown is fine. What happened at the restaurant? Wait, did you witness the incident?”

“Yes. It was awful. There was blood, and shoes, and lobsters, and- everyone was so upset- it makes me teary to think about it.”

“Have a tissue.”


“Thank you.”

“We’ve listened to the testaments of other witnesses, who are calling it, “The Lobster Incident” officially on the local news. However, as your table was right at the Incident, we’ve decided to interview each of you personally to get an accurate report. Most likely they’ll want to interview you for the news as well but you don’t have…”

“News? We get to be on television?”


“When? Where? Why haven’t we been told?”

“We need to interrogate you to get the facts right. Some witnesses account for the old woman being punched after the lobster ran out of the kitchen, some before. We want to make sure everything is very clean.”

“For the television?”

“No, for apprehending the man who punched the old woman. To ensure the safety of everyone involved.”

“Well, don’t waste your time with that, officer. The television’s more important. Those channels go everywhere. Oh, and I’ll get to be on the news, in front of everyone, they’ll all see me shine-

“Well, we need the facts, ma’am. So if you could help-”

“Actually, may I go? My memory’s not so good and I need to be ready for the TV. Maybe interview someone else? You’re probably more likely to get a straight answer out of them.”

“No, actually, as it turns out.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, it’s just- it’s too hard to talk about. All the blood… it was so scary! Oh, officer…”

“Have a tissu- oh, take the whole box.”

“Why thank you. Oh, they’re so nice and soft… I like this little picture of the baby bear wiping his nose, look at the little snout.”

“You’ve- you’ve got something on your cheek, ma’am.”

“Oh dear! Now I’ll really look a fright! Oh, what if all the news people are out there, I’d be so embarrassed…”

“Just go, ma’am. Take the tissues with you.”


“Please state your name.”

“Mr. Donovan Jonson, officer. Mrs. Julie’s husband.”

“Yes, I interviewed her second. Been married long?”

“Thirty-four years, officer.”

(very long pause)

“Poor bastard.”


(another pause)

“You like scotch?”


“Scotch is good, isn’t it?

“Very good. I have a glass a day, sir.”

“Thirty-four years, eh?”

“She gets louder with each one, sir.”

 “I bet. How’d you meet?”

“Disco rollerblading night at the Moonshine Alley, officer.”



“Why were you there?”

“My cousin, sir. Mrs. Helen Peters.”

“I met her. Dear Lord, Mr. Jonson.”





“Aren’t you supposed to be interrogating me?”

“State your name.”

“Miley Wilkes, officer. Miley for short.”

“You are the cousin of Mrs. Stephanie Garcia, age 47?”

“Yes officer.”

“Can you describe the incident, please?”

“Right from the beginning?”


“Okay, but I have one question-” 

“Please, please don’t.”

“Just one question!”


“Very well. What is it?”

“If I leave, will I be in trouble?”

“Uh, ma’am, this is an interrogation. We have some questions for you.”

“Yes, but my kids have a sitter I don’t trust a whole lot. “

“Why did you leave them with him then?”

“Cause I wanted to go out, officer, honestly! Don’t you have children?”

“Erm, no, but I’m not sure why you left them alone with someone you don’t trust.”

“Sitters were on short demand! The guy heard me talking on my phone to the teenager down the street, and when she said no, he offered! What was I supposed to do?”


“I mean, Henry just took off on his business trip, leaving me all alone with the kids! It’s been a whole week, officer! I’m getting desperate!”

“The, uh, the interrogation…”

“So what if the sitter was shifty eyed? My daughter’s fourteen and beautiful, she can take care of it herself. Attractive people are usually smarter, officer. Look at me- a blossom in the desert wind, with eyes like limpid pools of sapphires. Did you know that I went to school for almost two years?”

“Very- very impressive. But the interrogation… ”

“My daughter gets all B’s and we’ve talked about leaving her home alone all the time. I’m sure she can take care of it. I shouldn’t be worried.”

“Maybe you could answer the questions quicker, so you can get home to your kids. The sooner we finish-”

“Why? Do you think something’s wrong? Do you think they’re hurt??”

“Wh- no, of course not, it’s just-”


“It seems an odd situation you’ve left them in, but nothing to worry about. Now, I have a question about the chef-”

(jumps out of her chair, knocking Officer Vlachos to the ground, and sprints from the room)




Transcript of the Lobster-Chef Interrogations:

Mrs. Helen Peters: No information.

Mrs. Julie Tulip Angella Pearl Jonson: No information.

Ms. Nymphadora Jones: No information.

Mrs. Christie Brown: No information.

Mr. Donovan Jonson: No information.

Mrs. Miley Wilkes: No information, left before the interrogation concluded.

Case Report by Officer Vlachos:

No witnesses.

January 09, 2021 15:38

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Rayhan Hidayat
11:59 Jan 10, 2021

Yes a new Waverly story! This was hilarious! I love how you made all the women extraordinarily difficult to interrogate in their own unique ways, and how bits of the crime scene are gradually unveiled. The husband seemed to be the only one willing to cooperate, and yet it was the officer that got distracted, which is brilliant irony. I think you’re missing a #6 before the last interview. And why is this under the sci fi tag? Is it because the name Nymphadora sounds utterly alien? 🤔


Waverley Stark
14:26 Jan 10, 2021

...huh. I'm trying to remember why I put it under the sci-fi tag actually. Yeah, sure, we'll go with the Nymphadora thing. Blame my late-night brain.


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Jessica Morgan
22:47 May 16, 2021

I love a story that makes me laugh!


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N. N.
18:09 Jan 14, 2021

Haha, this is quite the amusing and humourous story. Each woman, and a man, were so distracted in dissimilar ways about their own selfish needs, that the frustration of officer Vlachos literally radiates out of this piece. Oh, and I noticed that in #2, the officer is interrogating Mrs. Julie, however she's seen to use her name in third person. So, I just wanted to clear it up if that was intentional or an error caused, perhaps, during a change of names. And I agree with Rayhan about, maybe, missing the #6 But besides that, it was a really e...


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21:17 Jan 09, 2021

PLEASE TELL ME WHEN YOU WRITE A STORYYYYY!!! I think that, for this prompt, there are some instances that work perfectly for only dialogue and this was one of them. I tried this one out and I think yours turned out better. This was a real hard prompt, but you turned it out!!!


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20:42 Jan 09, 2021

Haha. Hilarious. You don't put the words in our mouths. You make us feel the emotions in the story. Every witness is like an important part of the story and it just keeps on getting better. They disregard the questions which worry and frustrate the detective. I think this is wonderful. Nothing too extra. Brilliant. Although I do think I've read this before. It was great the first time. Still beautiful again.


Waverley Stark
14:25 Jan 10, 2021

Yes, I sometimes resubmit stories to prompts that I feel are perfect for it. It's my way of coping when I'm frustrated about not getting a story out that week. :)


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