Your own Short detective stories

How do you explain it?

She sat next to me by the basket where he used to keep the fish nets. She was holding a bag of grapes, she asked me if I wanted some. She said "why?". "I don't know" I said.


She went back to the house. From the river I could hear her humming that tune her father taught her when she was about six.
As I was bringing the fire wood into the kitchen I saw her staring at that letter again. Only this time her eyes where not her own anymore, oblivious tears began to stream down her face. And then in an instant it was all over. She looked at me and smiled. Dinner is almost ready she said.
I sat next to her.
I noticed her shoes, mud.
Had she been in the ''room''again?
Where is the courage and who is the enemy. Give me this future without my past.

Tell me

By Hopkinz