The Flash Fiction Friday Challenge from Selena Wolff:
Find a way to work the word into your Flash Friday Fiction, keep it at 500 words, and be as outrageous as you can.
This week the genre is: Mystery
Solitary Words: Enigma, Conundrum, Perplexity
I was stretched a bit by the mystery Genre. It was not easy. I did not get too outrageous either but I made an attempt none the less. Here it is:
Kelly was an enigma to Jeremy. One minute she was warm and witty, the next she was cold and flighty. He wondered if all artists were that way.
Today must have been one of her erratic days. She had said he should come by and have breakfast with her. He bought her favourite a blueberry muffin and some green tea. There he stood, bag of goods in hand and she didn’t even have the decency to come when he rang the bell. He wanted to walk away and never look back but he couldn’t, she had a power over him. She had ever since he bought the apartment across the hall from her.
He put the bag down and lifted the chipped pot by the door, the poor plant had wilted, he felt underneath and pulled out the key. When he entered the apartment he had a sensory overload.
Furniture was toppled over. Canvases and paints were strewn from one end of the room to the other. He desperately searched for Kelly. Each room was more of a jumble than the last. When his search failed, he phoned the police.
Hours later he stood in front of his own door. His head ached from the police grilling. He could still hear the detective’s words, “The Kelly Donaldson registered to this address was reported missing a year ago.”
On the floor just inside his front door was a note.
Dear Sweet Jeremy,
I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry with me.
Angry? Try furious. The letter certainly placed him in a bit of a conundrum.
He stood in the shower wishing the steamy water would consume him. Why would she do this?
As he tousled his hair with the towel the bell rang. He threw on jog pants and raced to the door.
“Sorry to bother you. Does this look familiar?” The officer held a bag that contained a muddy silver locket.
“Yes, that was Kelly’s,” she never took it off.
“A while back a hiker found the body of Miss Donaldson. There were no other personal effects in the shallow grave. She was decomposed beyond recognition. Due to the perplexity of the case we have been unable to find her killer. We’d appreciate it if you stick around if we have any further questions.”
He went numb. No, she’s alive. Where had he put the letter? The officer left when he’d convinced him he’d be all right on his own. He looked everywhere for the letter, it was nowhere to be found.
As he lay in bed he tried to forget again. He had lived there for just a week, she had been kind to him. That morning he brought her tea and a muffin for breakfast. He let himself in. He had seen where she left the key. She was in bed with another man. She called out to him as he ran out. She even wrote him a note. He killed her. Now she haunted him.
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