#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...
Ole my God, what did I do? Wait, I couldn't have killed this woman, this just can't be true. Who is she, why is she here, we must've had intercourse because she's naked in my bed. Wait, let me think, do she have any identification, where is her purse. I need a name, an address, some kind of clue. I have to call the authorities, but if I do my career is over, sowhat I must do what I suppose to do and take my chances, just stick to the truth. I had to be setup, I had to be framed, no recollection at all, come on and work brain. He told himself not to touch anything, there has to fingerprints or something. Note to self it has to be an undisturbed crime scene. Maybe there's footage of someone coming or leaving, neighbors hearing something, I have to call the police. Picking up the phone.
To be continued...
© Angela Goldsmith