by Scott L Vannatter – 100 words
Melanie looked around the lavish room, spotted the candle wax burning low, the previous hours spilling down the table. Her mind analyzed as she put the entire image to memory. Two drops of blood near the table, staining the white shag; heavy fireplace poker missing along with the sectional rug (noticed because the shag had two shades); Jenny nowhere around.
“Yes, Magistrate, she was murdered here and I believe I know who the killer is.”
“It was Paul in the parlor with the poker.”
“Yes, Magistrate, the butler did it. I believe he thinks this is a game!”