Thank you so much to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
All the Conjecture
“She fell. Hit her head.”
It fits. Icy steps and that.
Except.
“Unless those stone whacked her rather than being impassive.”
Murder.
At 2 am the power goes out and truth erupts as if someone injected serum.
“Cow.”
“Beyotch.”
No love lost.
“I loved her,” her ex- says.
“Me too,” says a stranger.
“She hung the moon.”
A high school dance. Women on one side. Men on the other.
“She jumped from the second floor,” a soft voice says.
Silence.
Truth humbles.
Eyes seek eyes, fall away.
“I couldn’t love her,” the soft says.
“You killed her.”
“Maybe not as much as you.”
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I loved that last line
Thank you, Neil! 🙂
Even if not murder, someone is to blame. Loved the style of this.
Thank you, Iain! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
Ooh, a mystery in dialogue. I like it. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much, Rochelle! 🙂
There’s a lot to this piece. I read it three times just to enjoy the style
Very appreciated, Michael. Thank you so much! 🙂
Few events are cut and dry, your story illustrated this well
Thank you, Mike! 🙂
Brilliant both in style and content. Nice one Sascha.
Thank you so much, Keith! 🙂
I loved the style of this and at the same time it paints a scene of the locked-room whodunnit.
Thank you so much, Fatima! 🙂
This is really good, Sascha. The style, the pacing, the unfolding, Murder? Suicide? are all well done.
Excellent story, Sacha. As others have already said: great style and voice. Great, gut punching last line. Well done!
It would make a great high school drama!
😊 Thank you.
Thank you! 🙂
I loved this, Sascha. Such an original take.