“Was this door open or closed when you came in here?” Detective James asked his partner.
“I… Um, I don’t remember.”
James ground his teeth and clenched his fists. “Get out,” he finally whispered.
“But… you can’t! I mean, you don’t have the authority… Do you?”
James took a step forward, but shook his head and stopped. More violence wasn’t worth it. “You screwed up the last crime scene and now a murderer is walking the streets. I don’t give a shit who you’re related to, I’ll make sure you never work in this town again. Now, get out!”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end. This one came in at 99 words.
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