Petunias | A 100 Word Story

#097 Five of Ink

My story starts on Main Street. Where lost souls go to be forgotten and dead bodies are disposed of regularly. It’s where I examined her fifth victim. Trussed up on a chair in the middle of the road. He’d been there for days before someone called it in due to the unbearable stench.

That’s my job. Duty bound to catch her before she kills someone really important. This one’s an upgrade from her last four victims. Nice watch. Expensive suit. 

In his lapel, one flower. I’m allergic to flowers. But to confirm it’s her I take a sniff. Petunias.

ACHOO!