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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“There’s some kind of residue over here.” Jameson waved her over with a flicker of his flashlight. “What do you make of it?”
“Don’t know.” She bent down to eyelevel to examine the fine dust on
the bookshelf. “What do you think? It’s a little thin to be papers.”
“You don’t think…”
“I’d rather not jump to conclusions, though I’d like to point out the
obvious lack of a body, my dear.” She wrinkled her nose. “The smells
are fine, just everything’s all…burnt.”
“It’s called fire.” Jameson turned away, inspecting the support beams
of one wall. “It generally leaves a rather burnt smell behind.”
(c) Sara Harricharan
A/N: And I’m probably watching too much CSI on the weekend for this one…