Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
This week’s entry: Office Realizations
Donald Diamond stared at the photograph put on the table.
He went home after all…
“Do you know anything about this?” The officer asked.
“No,” Donald answered. “I have no idea what this is about.”
“So you have no idea what Sam was doing in the Westwyrm woods?”
“No, not at all.” The lie settled as an ugly lump in his throat. He spread the photographs and got a better view of his once-a-friend and once-a-business-partner. The woods had taken their revenge in the most grotesque of ways. Roots and worms wandered in and out of his face in every possible opening.
He always feared the label of a traitor, Donald thought. The woods were never kind to traitors, he had said. Neither was the people Sam came from. Judging from the images, Sam didn’t lie.
“You know…” The officer continued. “It looks suspicious that Sam is found dead just weeks after he got voted of the board, on your initiative.”
“I know. But our disagreements were not enough for me to kill him. He was my friend, and I still considered him as a friend even though our last meeting was a heated one.”
“Would Sam considered you a friend after that meeting?”
Donald sighed. “Probably not.”
“Do you know who could have wanted him dead?”
To many, Donald thought. “No,” he said.
The officer nodded and closed his notepad, clearly not satisfied with the outcome from their meeting.
“Call me if anything comes to mind.”
“I will,” Donald pressed a button and the door behind them opened. “ Security will show you out.”
As the officer left, Donald sighed again.
Sam why did you go home, you idiot.
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