Every week a donated photo is used as a prompt to write a piece of flash fiction in around 200 words.
If you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the Inlinkz frog image.
“How did you kill her?” Constable Geralt asked the handcuffed Paul Curd. They sat in the second interview room in a Scottish police station, where Curd stood accused of the murder of a local prostitute. Curd admitted to being part of a Texas-based underground racing group called The Callous but denied their name meant anything to do with being murderous or criminal in any way other than the racing. He claimed the leader of the group spelled the name wrong, mistyping Callus.
“I didn’t,” Curd replied curtly. Geralt refused to believe him. He wanted someone to pay for the murder, and he chose his prisoner. He didn’t care whether Curd did it or not, he wanted a scapegoat.
“Give me an alibi then. One that can’t be refuted.”
“I was with my friend, Alice”
“What were you doing?”
“I watched the aurora borealis and drank from the phallus looking chalice in a palace with Alice with the callus talking malice on the phone with the Callous who are in Dallas.”
Geralt smiled. “Okay here’s a challenge for you.”
“Me?” asked Curd,
“No you idiot. I mean the person reading this. I want you to read that sentence out loud”