The coroner stared at the corpse. Thirty, stunningly beautiful, and murdered. What a waste, he thought, and drew back the white sheet. His eyes travelled from her face to her curvaceous body and down to her long legs. He felt a familiar sensation. Why not? She was dead anyway. He locked the door and quickly undressed. He climbed onto the dissection table and was about to lower himself when he suddenly felt a sharp pain that took his breath away. He looked down and saw blood dripping from his genitals. And then he saw the bloodied scalpel in her hand.
Note: My good friend, Margot Kinberg, who introduced me to the world of drabbles a few years ago, has written some truly imaginative 50-word dribbles on her excellent blog Confessions of a Mystery Novelist... Click on the blog link to read them.
Note: My good friend, Margot Kinberg, who introduced me to the world of drabbles a few years ago, has written some truly imaginative 50-word dribbles on her excellent blog Confessions of a Mystery Novelist... Click on the blog link to read them.
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