Friday Fictioneers – “Whodunnit”

Join us, along with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields, for Friday Fictioneers.  Weekly picture prompt with mine below. Click >HERE< for the rest.


Source: PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath


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!”




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  • rochellewisoff  On May 3, 2014 at 8:11 am

    Dear Scott,

    Personally, I think it was Colonel Mustard all along. 😉 Clever story.




  • aliciajamtaas  On May 2, 2014 at 10:59 am

    OH! This is lovely. What a great winding and weaving of words, and a perfect reminder of an old game that was fun to play. Kudos!


  • Indira  On May 2, 2014 at 5:41 am

    Interesting story. It took me two reads to get to ‘ the previous hours spilling down the table’ . Wonderful interpretation of wax.


  • patriciaruthsusan  On May 2, 2014 at 1:56 am

    Scott, That mystery was solved fast. I think Melanie outdid Sherlock Holmes. XD The police will most likely have to start a manhunt for that butler. Let’s hope he’s not a master of disguise. Well-written and humorous. XD



  • Judah First  On May 1, 2014 at 4:33 pm

    The three “P’s” made me smile. And I LOVE the word picture of the hours (as wax, representing time) spilling down the table. Excellent use of metaphor!


    • kindredspirit23  On May 1, 2014 at 11:28 pm

      Well, thank you. It’s great that you liked the metaphor on time/wax. I received another comment that swung the other way. I guess it depends on the reader. I should have known that, anyway.


      • Judah First  On May 2, 2014 at 8:51 am

        Yes, I saw that as well. Just as Rochelle reminds us that it’s not the picture but what we see, I think folks are the same with words. We all read through our grid, and everyone really is different! That’s a good thing, I think. 🙂


  • Björn Rudberg (brudberg)  On May 1, 2014 at 7:39 am

    Ah.. Yes always the butler.. Great alliteration in Paul in the parlor with the poker… (I wonder that’s why the victim had a poker face.)


  • Jan Brown  On May 1, 2014 at 1:32 am

    Interesting interpretation of the photo prompt!


  • sustainabilitea  On May 1, 2014 at 12:27 am

    It’s a “Clue!!” Good one, Scott. My only quibble is here “the:previous hours spilling down the table.” The hours aren’t spilling on the table. Maybe “the previous hours’ spilling on the table”, which would say the previous hours’ wax spilled. 🙂



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