The Murder Mystery
Daybreak,
the sun breaks into his room.
A pulsing headache.
He moves towards the bathroom,
bleary eyed he stumbles.
A dead body on the floor.
Panic.
He looks at his hands, but they are clean.
What happened in the darkness of the night?
He suppresses a scream.
Hysteria comes without warning.
Vague memories arise.
He was in a cheap hotel.
Why? He hangs his head in shame.
Should he escape?
He turns the body.
A young woman stares up at him,
a knife in her chest.
Fool, don’t touch it,
remember your fingerprints.
He rushes into the bathroom,
his stomach churning.
Why all this?
Who is he?
There’s knock on the door.
Police have come.
He opens the door.
He longs to die.
Instead he cries.
NB Not for any contest.
31 January 2021
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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