A Missing Body

100 words

A Detective Story

For The Roseneath Writers Circle

“Where is the body?” asked the Detective”

“There was a body here. I saw it with my own eyes,” replied Billy Boone.

“You lost a body?” The police searched to no avail.

“Not lost,” Billy cried. “It’s just gone. Not really sure.”

The detective eyed Billy with growing suspicion.

The next day the detective arrived. “I see you found a body.”

“I was a day early,” Billy responded quickly.

“You are a little too eager,” the detective stated, noting  the cherry-red coloration of the skin, and the wide open windows. “You committed murder. By carbon monoxide poisoning. You’re under arrest.”

November Challenge—"A Detective Story"

I refer to it as my first apartment. In fact, it was only an attic room. I shared the space in Mrs. Lipstick’s house with a girl named Grace. We called our landlady Mrs. Lipstick, and it didn’t seem to bother her—though it was actually spelled Liptschtik. Grace  lived there first and wasn’t pleased when I moved in. My mother had heard good things about Mrs. Lipstick from mutual acquaintances and only agreed to let me leave home if I boarded with the old lady.

So Grace and I shared the small room in the attic and quickly became good friends. Directly below us was Mrs. Lipstick’s room, and next to that a small bathroom the three of us shared. The floor below held a narrow kitchen, a dining room, and a rather large sitting room we rarely used, with an electric heater that was never turned on. 

The house was always cold.