A Collection of Random Writing

I Try to Murder Mystery but I Can't

"Well, what I find very interesting is..." he began, and she sank into her chair, exhaling quietly and turning her attention to the empty street outside.

"That the many details overlooked by your lawyer paints a whole different image of the crime. May I add, the person that was killed..." The detective turned to look at her.
"... had a very clear connection to you."

She slammed her foot down, shooting her upwards, standing her up. Her hands rammed the table in front of her, the impact shaking the floor.

"What are you trying to say? That I KILLED him? That guy I put up with for seven WHOLE years?"

"Put up with?"

She stood silently, with her eyebrows knotted, enhancing the deep wrinkles within her face.

"I understand that he wasn't the best person alive, which can easily mean you are not the only one who had a motive. Anyway, let's talk about dreams and future plans."

The detective intertwined his fingers together.

"Since you seem unwilling to talk- unless provoked, I will go first. I would love to free the accused innocence, and I am going to start with-"

"Why are you bringing this up? What has this got to do with anything?"

"Your sister in law. She is one of the inaccurately accused, covering for the crime that happened two weeks ago."

The woman slowly sat down,

"Crimes that happened two weeks ago include the one where you were the defendant, Miss. Your lawyer pointed all the evidence to her, and sent her to jail."

and shivered.

"You had two motives to commit this crime, framing her, and killing him."

She snapped back.

"Anyone could've, given that she used our family heirloom to modify permanently."

"Actually, it was only you. The heirloom was only important to you. You had once tried to file a case of destroying family heirloom with her pleaded not guilty. Not to mention, your traces are on the murder weapon. It wasn't the knife with little bits of salmon and the cloth marks on top of your in law's fingerprints that was found in the pool of blood. Such a knife makes a thin, long mark. The wound was a rounder one which only a different weapon can make that mark."

"WHA-" she cleared her throat. "What do you say the weapon is, if you're so sure?"

"The very heels you are wearing right now. They're uncomfortable, aren't they? The hand fixed stilettos. I could get a chemical to show blood traces, if you'd like."

The woman's gaze lowered. A painful smile was carefully shown across her face.

"The stab marks, huh." 

"So, what are you going to do now? What is your dream?"

"What is there to dream about? A lifelong sentence to prison? I do not wish for this, but it is what happens."

The sirens, and the flashing coloured lights. The loud banging on the door, and a person yelling to let them in signalled for the lady to leave. She got up from behind her desk, and slowly walked towards the door, passed the detective who was standing, looking at her.

As the police cars drove away, the detective looked out the window at the empty street. The sand the police car lifted into the air was still floating in the air, becoming a cloud of dust. There was nothing, nothing at all, to look at.