Photo copyright – Ted Strutz
It was a like a scene from a suspense thriller. The white vans being the forensics, ready to take samples from the blood that had slowly dripped through the slats of the stairs; the blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.
As he looked out of his window, he sat and wondered how long it would take for them to knock on the door of his dentist practice; how long it would take to go through the motions of ‘door to door enquiries’. The questions would be asked.
Good thing he’d cleaned up his tools well, he thought.
101 words
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Main picture source: via FridayFictioneers
with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt
Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to
receive constructive criticism.
(This time anyway…)
Thanks in advance…
Carol Cameleon
Really well written with a great sense of menace.
Thank you 🙂
Carol, Good and well-written story. If that group investigating are anything like the CSI teams on TV, he’s in big trouble. 😦 Well done. 🙂 —Susan
Haha, indeed he is! Thanks 🙂
I love that description of the blood like melted balloons – very vivid. I hope he has cleaned those tools well, and got a good alibi. 🙂
Thank you. “He thought” has a double meaning ~ he’s literally thinking it and he thought he ad cleaned his tools… But actually he hasn’t. That’s the beauty of flash fiction 😉
Blood like melted balloons. How creepy is that? Well done, my dear.
Thank you 🙂
Dear V.A.S.
Pretty graphic descriptions. I wonder how well cleaning his instruments is going to work for him in the end. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
Perhaps we will find out in another flash fiction 😉