It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Madison Woods‘ blog. This week’s photo is by Piya Singh. You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.
by Jan Brown
The trail led to an ancient mill house, a compact stone structure straddling what once had been a rushing stream. Now it was parched, barely a trickle of dirty water oozing slowly through the timeworn creek bed.
Detective Lee pondered the muddy footprints and blood, a chill running up her spine as she stepped inside. She nearly tripped over the body.
Other than a black eye and a small gash in the head, the woman on the floor did not appear seriously wounded. Lee wondered who had left the gory blood trail outside. Did he get away?
Then the “body” began moaning, and tried to speak. “Where…where’s my husband?”