It's a Mystery!
Title: It's a Mystery
Author: Spikesgirl58
Word Count: 918
Prompt: Locked Door Mystery
My thanks to Sparky955 for the clean up and to Kittenmommy for another fun prompt.
Steel swayed slightly in place as he materialized. He caught himself on the back of an over-stuffed chair and drew in a deep breath. This was peculiar.
Are you all right, Steel?
He nodded at Sapphire’s mental question. “Yes, just a bit dizzy.”
“How odd. As I am.” She was leaning against an elegant table, her hand smearing its mirror finish. “I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
Steel shook his head and straightened, taking a look around the room they were in. It had book-lined walls and was paneled in dark wood on three sides. The fourth wall had a set of French doors, curtained with diaphanous fabric. It gave the impression of being sheer, but, in fact, did an excellent job of masking the view.
The carpet was thick and springing beneath their feet. The furniture was deep mahogany and sparkled from copious amounts of polish… all except the spot where Sapphire had leaned and, of course, beneath the slumped body.
It was tipped forward on the desk, resting upon a blotter, which was doing its best to suck up the blood as it oozed and pooled. One hand clutched a letter opener and the other a broken watch.( Collapse )
Author: Spikesgirl58
Word Count: 918
Prompt: Locked Door Mystery
My thanks to Sparky955 for the clean up and to Kittenmommy for another fun prompt.
Steel swayed slightly in place as he materialized. He caught himself on the back of an over-stuffed chair and drew in a deep breath. This was peculiar.
Are you all right, Steel?
He nodded at Sapphire’s mental question. “Yes, just a bit dizzy.”
“How odd. As I am.” She was leaning against an elegant table, her hand smearing its mirror finish. “I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
Steel shook his head and straightened, taking a look around the room they were in. It had book-lined walls and was paneled in dark wood on three sides. The fourth wall had a set of French doors, curtained with diaphanous fabric. It gave the impression of being sheer, but, in fact, did an excellent job of masking the view.
The carpet was thick and springing beneath their feet. The furniture was deep mahogany and sparkled from copious amounts of polish… all except the spot where Sapphire had leaned and, of course, beneath the slumped body.
It was tipped forward on the desk, resting upon a blotter, which was doing its best to suck up the blood as it oozed and pooled. One hand clutched a letter opener and the other a broken watch.( Collapse )