Slawka G. Scarso

Short stories, poems and the odd travel note // Racconti, poesie, e qualche appunto di viaggio

Evidence Bag n. AV32948

Flash, Published fiction

Evidence Bag n. AV32948

I wrote this micro-story for a contest launched by Page Turner Magazine on crime flash. I think it’s one of those cases where the title comes before the story itself, at least in my mind. It was a runner up in the competition. Thanks to everyone at Page Turner for picking it as runner up and for publishing it!

Camouflaged on the flattened grass, among the clashing beauty of a multicoloured flowered field, we went unnoticed for twelve hours, until they came in dozens—officers, dogs, or simple volunteers who could not want to wait, hands on their laps in front of the television screens. As they combed the fields, only the sound of the brushing wind breaking the silence as the eyes did not want to miss a thing, and the lips feared distraction, a lady noticed us, scattered on the flattened grass, the sun drawing lymph from our cut stalks. 

‘There’s something here,’ the lady said, her voice but a whisper at first, and then urgent, loud. We waited there, on the soil, until a gloved hand picked us, the only flowers different from any other in the field, and inspected us, and among our petals of yellow and white, picked a strand of auburn hair. 

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