Elizabeth is an expert at solving cold cases, the older the better. She doesn’t know why, just that there’s always been a hunger within her to discover what happened to these poor souls.
When her boss offered her a 20-year-old case involving a car crash in the forest, she jumped at the opportunity. When she arrived at the scene, she found the car completely stripped, no engine, nothing. Even its tires were gone. Decomposed? A thought flashed across her mind and shook her head. Unlikely, more likely someone had stripped the car for parts.
She poked around the interior and found traces of blood. But where’s the body? Or bodies?
As she continued searching, she discovered a glint reflecting light to the ceiling. What is that? It was a square-shape locket, looking almost completely new as if it was dropped here recently. She popped the locket open, a small piece of paper fell to the ground. Elizabeth unfolded the paper and it was like staring at a ghost. “I will love you forever, Lizzy.” Mom?
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.