Marvin Winslow
Number 46. Down. A trim stack of six squares destined to contain a “Magic word”. And only a couple minutes are left of Marvin Winslow’s lunch break. He has already wolfed down the Mu Shu Pork and egg roll from the China Star across the street and is now sitting on a park bench near the law offices of Swenson & Hart. It is a chilled and overcast Thursday. In accordance with his routine Marvin is puzzling through the daily New York Times crossword.
His mind conjures up images of withholding mothers and demanding children. What’s the magic word? PLEASE, he thinks with a slight twitch of his lips.
Yet, the “R” of ORNERY blocks him on the second box. Pleased that it wasn’t that easy, Marvin grins. The clear clicking of female footsteps interrupts his thought.
Without looking up, he asks her, “A six-letter for ‘Magic word’.”
However, time is up. Suppressing a sigh, Marvin gathers the empty Styrofoam take-out container and his briefcase. As he stands to join
Then for the first time that day the sun breaks through the clouds. The light is dazzling. Marvin pauses with a sudden thrill.
(Writer's Note: The inspiration for Marvin: “You like to debate intellectual issues and often enjoy riddles, puzzles and brain teasers.” Was revealed by his personality test results at pulseware.com)
