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Stanley pulls back the curtain, allowing summer to flood the room and his instinct is to close it again. The light’s too harsh, unforgivingly revealing the intimacies of pallid skin and hair. A respectable man would look away, but there’s little about him most people would class respectable.
The body can wait for now. He turns to examine the room.
It’s neat, floor and grate swept, mantel uncluttered of ornament save a carriage clock. A pair of trousers with worn hems lie over the back of a chair, braces still attached. A shirt flung over them shows a neat repair on the shoulder seam. Stanley darns his own socks – he’s not surprised by a single man who can sew.
A rumble of voices out on the landing tells him Inspector Gordon has arrived. He nods to Stanley as he enters the room.
‘Another?’ Gordon averts his eyes from the bed. For a large man he’s squeamish of the dead.
‘Another,’ nods Stanley. His eyes settle on the scarlet cord.
Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Authors. See the pic and write a tale. Yesterday I created Gordon and Stanley from nowhere and today they’ve crept back into my head, two Edwardian policemen who want to be heard. See here for their first outing, The Scarlet Net.