Microdosing Fiction - 100mg of Unsolved
Write 100 words based on the words: Unsolved
Our prompt for today is UNSOLVED
Write a story in 100 words!
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Eyes bloodshot traced the crimson thread. Coffee pumped through veins. Insanity gnawed at Inspector Mark’s mind.
Images, clippings, reports—death. Five bodies, few clues, ton of red herrings. A black wig and red nail polish the only constant. Each theory, every trap of the department failed. Always a step ahead… Admiration and fascination, unwanted but growing.
A door clicked.
“You’re still up?” a woman’s tired voice behind him—long shift it seemed.
“I’ll come to bed, soon.”
“Okay, love you.”
The world spun, stopping Mark’s heart as a single strand of dark hair poked out of her bag.
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Clued In (100 words)
God, could they not leave him in peace for twenty minutes. Okay, nearer twenty five today. Just because he was the senior detective there was no need to bring every little problem to him. How’s a man to concentrate? Twenty minutes to examine the clues. That’s all he asked. Some time for himself, somewhere they couldn’t see his furrowed brow, where the frustrations of not knowing the answers stayed private. Surely, even a pressing investigation could stand up to a twenty minute pause.
He stayed silent but the paper rustled. One clue left unsolved. Three across.
I walk into the room like my life depended on it. I spy her in the corner smoking a cigarette. I walk towards her.
“Need a light?” I ask.
She looks at her burning cigarette, then back to me.
“What's your deal?” her lips flame.
“I'm investigating,” I begin, “a… murder!”
“Oh honey,” she replies, dragging deeply on her cigarette before blowing it in my face, “the only thing being murdered here is your dialogue.”
I take out my own cigarette and light it, filling my lungs. Unwise for a non-smoker.
This is going to be a long, painful interrogation.