My First Murder - a postcard fiction murder story by Rob Hopcott

When I announced that I had just committed my first murder to the others in the local folk dance band, there was a pleasing stunned silence and my fellow band musicians looked really upset.

Then the lead violinist, a tall and willowy young lady with long straight brown hair and a gentle smile said:

"It was in one of your stories, wasn't it?"

There was an audible sigh of relief all around.

I wriggled in my chair and said, wryly, "sure!"

So we played our dance music through the evening. The folk dancers do-si-doed, formed into straight lines, circles and squares. Everybody smiled and was happy, except me.

Perhaps it was because I still had the murder in my head. The long drive through the night, the flash of the knife in the darkness, the scream of the victim and the sound of the spade in the gravel as they were interred.

The next week, when I turned up to play at the dance, my announcement that the police had been around asking questions, was practically ignored. The drummer played a quick drum roll by way of a flourish to mark my words, but the others in the band hardly looked up.

The dance went well. We had more people than usual and they skipped and jigged around like little lambs, although most were well past middle-age.

A week later and the band had no option but to take me seriously when they read my note apologising for my absence, .

As I explained in my carefully phrased letter, unfortunately, once prisoners are bound over for trial, the police don't allow them to continue playing in the local folk dance band.

The End

(Rob Hopcott - online author - Fiction - News)

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