I’m not used to this, coming out into the field with a team of forensics and looking at bodies. Yuck, I don’t know what I was thinking working so hard to get promoted to detective.
Here I am, in the quiet area of the new library. Forensics are already here surrounding the area with yellow police tape. About 10 feet away, a pale-face teenage girl lies with her head turned and arms spread out while next to her fanned-out blond hair is a pool of dark red blood. I pull out my notepad and a pen. “Okay, talk to me.” I say to the person nearest to me.
“Not sure yet, ma’am.” He points to the two girls crying and hugging just beyond the boundary. “Those girls requested to use this area and discovered the victim when they arrive.”
“And the librarian allowed it? Even though it says limit to two?” I point to the sign and he shrugs. “Go ahead and perform an autopsy to find the COD. Meanwhile, I’ll go talk to the librarian.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.