‘You know him?’ the inspector asked.
‘He’s a professor at the university,’ Göran replied.
‘We were waiting for him,’ Sigrun added. ‘He said he kept Italian time, not Swiss.’
‘The dead are always late,’ the inspector said. ‘And often in life also.’
‘Water is life,’ Rafaela, the hydrologist, muttered.
‘Not if you’re drowned, Signora,’ the inspector replied. ‘You’re going to have to stay in Venice for now.’
‘For how long?’ Göran asked.
‘As long as necessary. There are worse places to be. Unless you’re the murderer, that is.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
2 comments:
Rob - Very well done as ever. I'm already wondering what the relationships among these academics was like, and whether one of them might be the killer...
This is a very good one, I think. The trick with drabbles seems to be to get them to go somewhere. Yours does that, PLUS it has a cast of characters. Quite impressive!
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