WHODUNNIT?
Colonel and Mrs DuCole lived outside
Nether Mills in the Manor, which was a large house, but not large enough for
them to share harmoniously.
Gerald played golf badly, his daily
failure to reduce his handicap rendering him evil-tempered, and he hated Mildred’s
collection of china. Every surface in the Manor was crammed with breakables,
ranging from priceless porcelain to mass-produced pottery.
The day Gerald scored twenty over par
he snapped, striking Mildred over the head with a souvenir from Clacton-on-Sea.
Their gardener phoned the police-station.
“I know who did it – the Colonel in
the library with a candlestick.”
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Yeah, yeah, I know - it's corny, but I've had a busy week. I am within reach of uploading my book A Volcanic Race to Amazon and as it's my first venture into self-publishing it has been a tad stressful!
This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt comes from Sarah Ann Hall and was published on Rochelle's blog https://rochellewisoff.com/
