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
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Carol Cameleon