This is it, there's no turning back. But his mind rambles, he fidgets, distracted. He thinks of her words, they ring in his ear. He tries to shake it off, concentrate on the task at hand. In the end, he can't pull the pin. Her words echo, you can't commit.
Roger the Cat was a highly skilled forensic analyst and moved about in tiny blue plastic bootees, examining, observing, collating and calculating. A tall human committed this crime, he concluded, with facial hair and dirty fingernails. His work done, Roger left, but not before leaving a tiny trace of himself.
via Daily Prompt: Notorious It was exciting to be there at the Paris Omnisport in Bercy. Even getting there was fun, the five of us, arriving late, checking in before taking the Metro because it was rush hour and we were late already. 'Five tickets for Bercy,' our guide asked, in English. The ticket attendant…Read more NOTORIOUS