Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.
I stepped through the mahogany doors. Posh. The inspector straightened beside a desk revealing the man slumped over it.
Posh and gory.
“The victim had tried to write something as he was dying,” the inspector gestured to a piece of parchment.
I read the few visible words. I, Nikhil Monolito, being of sound mind name– A will fragment. That explained my presence.
“No one the lord’s estate contested,” he said.
Slipping off my glove, I placed a finger against the man’s temple. “That’s why I’m here.” The words left my tongue thickly, my mind elsewhere. Time to hunt the dead.
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