She wasn’t easy to pigeonhole. Which made it all so difficult. If they’d been able to be certain, the solution would be easy – bullet in the head, burial in the closest cement-poured project. All the evidence indicated... timing, sightings, her bank accounts’ steady acquisitions of cash.
But face to face felt like a
setback: genteel parlour, doves cooing, latticed
windows curtained with William Morris ‘Golden Lily’, velvet settee protected
with pampas-grass embroidered antimacassar and arm-covers, India tea served in
fragile Royal Pembroke bone china...
...it was the tea, of course. And, after strenuous chopping, she found them
very easily pigeonholed. One of two entries for this week's Prediction Fiction, prompt words: pigeon, cover, setback.
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