The Murder

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It was a dark night, the wet cobblestone glistening under the moonlight against the starless black sky. A petite blonde woman dressed in a satin blue skirt and a flowy white blouse walked by herself down the street, deep in thought as the gentle rain patted her head. She looked through the windows of the various small shops around her, all of them closed for the night. The streets were silent, the only sound coming from her red heels as they met the cold ground with each step she took.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about what Clyde had said about her during the work meeting that took place that morning.

'You're just a woman, how would you know?'

Just a woman?? It had taken her a solid six years of constant hard work to build herself up to the position she was now in. She was twenty-seven and already a possible candidate for the management role that would open up at the end of the month. Clyde was just jealous that she knew all of the company's statistics by heart. That had to be the reason he undermined her in front of all of their co-workers. Right? Her mind continued thinking about this possibility before something caught her eye on the ground. Stopping in her tracks, she stared at the only bright color against the grayness of the cobbled road. Yellow. Bright yellow. Confused, she approached the random coloured object on the ground. Stopping right in front of the object, she was now able to see what it was.

"A banana?" she thought out loud, bending down and picking up the perfectly untanted fruit.

She laughed at herself before dropping the fruit and turning around to continue her walk back home. Before a reaction could even reach her brain, she felt her mind explode. The sound of the shot cracked through the silent night as she flew backwards, landing on the cold pavement next to the fruit she had held just seconds before. Bright red blood escaped the hole where the bullet had pierced through her skull, yellow no longer the only bright color littering the street. Her blue eyes remained wide open for a split second before her world was consumed in an eternal blackness that matched the sky.

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