Evidence In A Case
And a lucky escape
People donated all sorts to our charity shop. Once, a frighteningly attractive man donated five dinner jackets in a suitcase. They looked expensive.
‘They’re a little soiled’ he said.
‘That’s fine.’ I smiled. I’d sell them, cleaned up, fifty quid each.
His eyes were alarmingly green. I tried to flirt. He was in a rush. I requested his email address, for our mailing list obviously - or to look him up online later. He practically sprinted away.
I have that effect on men.
Then, the police came, wanting those jackets. The soiling was blood; evidence in a case.
About the Creator
Lacey Dearie
Indie author 📚 Blogger 💻 Humanities student 👩🏻🎓 Editor of the 27th best blog in Scotland apparently 🏆 Unapologetic daydreamer 😑 Natural introvert/selective extrovert 💃🏻 Member of the Cat Writers Association 🐈⬛
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Comments (2)
Flirting with a killer. This was an awesome piece of microfiction, Lacey! Great job!
Extraordinary writing and a Great Story, 😆🎯 I like the little flirt she attempted...🤣