PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“It was a beautiful day – almost perfect in its serenity. It demanded to be remembered, memorized. I set down my easel on the bank of the river, near the bend, at sunset. Glorious orange hues bounced and reflected off innumerable surfaces.
I never realized that one of those surfaces was the knife; never knew I had been present at the time of the murder. I realized it only the next day while watching the news.”
“Oh! What did you do then?”
“I went to the police station immediately. They now say it takes an artist’s observations to catch criminals!”
Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.