The almost empty cup

Murder. Just another day in the life of Detective Bell.

‘Clearly, the (soon-to-be-former) wife did it,’ he called out. ‘Please,’ said his colleague Detective Jar, ‘try the (broke) son and we can all go home’.

‘Why would I waste time badgering an innocent man when I would rather spend it gathering tangible evidence supporting my case?,’ shot back Bell.

‘Because, it would be much easier getting the guilty party to confess,’ replied Jar calmly.

For her, it was the tea leaves that told the story. No right minded health nut, such as the wife, would add milk to green tea.

Written for Write Tribe‘s ‘100 Words on Saturday’ prompt



I look around the room and the memories come back. Some fondly caressing, some hard hitting – but they are all there – clear as daylight.

The anticipation as we climb higher. The exhilaration looking down from the peek. The funny feeling in the stomach as we go round and round. Giggling like kids, we ride the ferris wheel to celebrate our golden anniversary.

And that little glass ball that shimmers with every touch, like our love, glistening more and more with each passing year.

As if on cue, you pick it up and give it a gentle shake. We smile and the sun peeps out from behind the clouds.


Prompt from The Light and Shade Challenge
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