Dark Matters
All around lay the abandoned waste of humanity. Spent cells from World War Two batteries polluted dirty water. Treacle black oil dripped from a cracked car sump. Reams of top secret papers were slowly spreading across soil sticky with blood. Blood which appeared almost black as hordes of flies descended upon it. Shamus O’Riley was lying face down, his mac collar was turned up as all good detectives wore it in the movies of the day. Inspector Jameson took this all in, but what really challenged his brain, was the Art Deco black board leaning upon what looked like an old chicken shed. Everything indicated that the secret service was involved. Jameson wondered what kind of circles O’Riley had moved in. Then there was that empty packet of Black Market cigarettes: Turkish. As the inspector bent down to examine O’Rileys head wound, a shot rang out.
‘Cut’.
Who changed the bloody script?.
You can get up Jameson.
But the actor playing O’Riley, smelt and saw real blood.
Footnote: it always amazes me where a prompt picture take me. Today it was to a ‘who done it’
Hahahaha! It was a movie scene! LOL! Great story, Mike!
PJ, I was pleased to see you enjoyed this ‘who done it’, thank you.
So who done it?
My post for this weeks Friday Fictioneers should hopefully answer your query.
Your mixed up the real and virtual well in this one. Good read.
Thank you yarnspinnerr, the ‘who done it’ genre is out side my comfort zone.
I wasn’t expecting the movie scene or the twist that turned it back into a murder.
Neither was I, the ‘who done it’ genre is outside my comfort Zone. Thanking you for your supportive comment Irene,