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The Murder In The Rio Hotel Room

Red Feathers Laced With Blood & A Mystery Of Lovers

By Victorian Black Published 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 3 min read
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The room was what you could expect of a hotel where all the people how slept in the rooms had loads of money stored away, the room was almost the size of a small London flat and had a king-sized bed that before the murder was probably made nicely with the dark sheets a cream. Now they were laced with splattered blood and two bodies, a young girl with black curly hair in a button-up shirt and her partner just newly married as this had been their honeymoon sweet or that’s what the hotel owner had told him. He stood in front of a painting of a young woman with curly dirty blonde hair. Although it was painted all in color, the style of clothing the woman was wearing was roaring 20’s fashion. There was a bright-colored scarlet Macaw on her shoulder, as her hands lay in her lap of her crossed legs a feather fan and thin smoking pi what know would just be cigarette or vape.

He stared into the women’s light-colored eyes, as the portrait hung above the mantel that had a fireplace under it along with soft chairs in the sitting area and then by the bed that had Macaw feathers and blood tracing it was a walk-in bathroom and a closet of their overnight clothes. There seemed not to be a trace of any blood or Macaw feathers in the bathroom which would make it seem as if they were in the bed when whoever killed them did their job.

They could have come through the balcony, maybe the young couple forgot to lock the sliding doors that were light wood planes.

The young man about the age of the dead couple spun one of the Macaw feathers in his hand as a flock of Macaw in the wild flying freely chose that time to fly past the window that looked like the Macaw in the painting came and sat onto the railing of the balcony. That caught his eyes as he turned slightly as the sharp Macaw feather slipped on his hand and made an indent to his finger.

As his partner, a young man with a lightness to his step stopped taking samples and photos of the senses and went over to the Macaw on the railing as he caught the glint of a thrown down golden birdcage with Scarlet Macaw feathers stuck in it. As his partner leaned on the open door of the balcony looking at the bird. He smiled “ What do you think the bird killed them because he was sick of being in the cage”

“ Don’t be silly, the bird is probably a distraction or the killer trying to cover their traces,” the young but the older man said to his partner as he looked back at the portrait. As he said it, he marched move to the bird setting himself in the burnt smelling air and the sky was set in place to a fire-colored sunset as the daytime meet the night. But as He looked at the bird he saw it resembled the bird in the painting, but it could not be that bird since it was what seemed younger. As if his partner had read his mind, his partner seemed to be glazing at the painting.

he stood with his hands in his pockets, and his head turned up towards the women, he turned his head to catch his own eyes and smiled slightly came to his lips then he look behind him the bird had seemed to disappear out of thin air.

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About the Creator

Victorian Black

I have always loved writing, even if it can be challenging sometimes but that has never stopped me. I have always wanted to be an author. Many of my books take topics people are afraid to talk about, so I put that topic in my writing.

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