Slipping the car keys quickly into my work pants, I rush over to the crime scene with Detective Bruce.
The prominent lawyer and his wife sat lifeless across from each other; their bloody smirched faces slumped heavily into their fine china dinner plates disturbing the heaping of mashed potatoes and green beans.
“Looks like some romantic candlelight dinner, eh?” Bruce said.
“Yeah, right,” I say, handing him a crumpled note. “Looks like the ol’ Mrs. had enough of hubby’s cheap fragrant candle gifts while his mistress got the expensive cars, the thoroughbred race horses and that racetrack built-in her honor.”
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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with gracious host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a 100-word story from the photo prompt and share your story with this wonderful writing group community.
This week’s photo credit: Renee Heath.