PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering
The white flakes settled on every possible space blanketing the
chilly gloom
prophesying the inevitable.
A binocular lay on the palisade.
All eyes turned in the direction of the chauffeured silver
metallic BMW
heralding the arrival of fur and solitaires adorned Duchess Slakefield.
Two pairs of polished red stilettos followed the dowager with
hurried steps.
The temperature inside was optimal and the shadows dim.
The curtain parted revealing the grand setting and the characters.
A gunshot.
Chaos reigned.
Audience went berserk.
The binocular smiled.
Four stilettos missing.
The slumped fur-coat stained red.
The finale of “Who killed Mary?” remained incomplete.
Linking to Friday Fictioneers and Three Word Wednesday
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