The Last Sentence – A Sherlock Holmes Drabble

The frail, elderly frame of Sherlock Holmes  paced the room. “You say the door was locked from the inside?”

“I do.” The policeman replied.

The Locked Room – a Drabble

“Thank you, I’m so glad you took the time to see it.” Fenwick bowed as he spoke.

“Please? A secret room full of bodies, how could I not?”

Carl

The camera focused on the patchwork of dark, wine-coloured wounds that littered the man’s chest. The viewfinder stayed still a moment, not wanting to refocus on pull out, staying deathly still instead, watching the blood as it coagulated.

Maybe I should explain how we got here.

Would like to meet

Monday, the personal ads:

Well-read man, enjoys good food, opera and Florentine art. WLTM similar for friendship or more.

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Tuesday, the headlines:

BODY FOUND IN PARKSIDE WOODS, VITAL ORGANS MISSING

The personal ads:

Strong, confident, no-nonsense professional. Interested in meeting slim, blonde, under 30 for romance.

What could have been

Six years, I was in prison. That may not seem like long, especially not for what I’ve done, but it’s long enough for me to feel old now I’m out.

I haven’t seen a film in years, I don’t know who’s in the charts or how people dress. Life flows so fast these days that if you’re held out of the current, even for a short time, you won’t find your place in it again.

Night of the Dead

Mangled, bloody and covered in human bite marks, the corpses had been bad enough. The news coverage, however, that was truly horrible. The impact black headlines didn’t care lives had been lost, they warned us that the dead were walking and they were hungry.

Could it have been me? – Part 5

The newspaper reporters were back. They circled the outside of the hospital like dogs waiting for the alpha to open a carcass up to the pack.

I had been in and out of consciousness when they were first here. Back then it can’t have been more than hours since Mary died. Who told them there was a story, I had no idea.

An unusual suspect

“Number three, please step forward.”

The detective’s tone was terse but lacking in energy. If the other two men hadn’t acted in exactly the same way, Sarah would have found it hard to believe that the man who stepped forward wasn’t trying to imitate that voice in the way he moved.

The Gruesome Death of Dr Unwin

The case had started months before. In recent weeks any attempt to actually solve it had been little more than a lacklustre show for the various government offices with special interest in the investigation and the last remnants of an interested press.

It had begun, as nearly all murder inquiries do, with the discovery of a body. In this case it was that of Dr Charles Unwin, a former engineering professor turned inventor.

Double down – part 3

“I know what he was hiding.”

I looked up to see Weston waving a sheaf of papers at me excitedly.

“These are the credit card statements for Samuel Bryant.” Hastily, he added, “the suspect, not the victim.”

“What do they say”