And Then There Were None (Flash Fiction)

By well-wisher

Tue, 16 Apr 2013
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Sherlock Holmes was dead; bludgeoned to death with a fire extinguisher; Marilyn Monroe had been stabbed in her shower cubicle; Mussolini, poisoned with Lapsang Souchong laced with cyanide; Albert Einstein, shot in the back of the head with a snub nosed revolver.

There was only me and Robinson Crusoe left at our crazy fancy dress party and, by process of elimination, I could only deduce that because the killer wasn’t me it must be her.

“Why did you do it, Charlotte?”, I asked as she took off her Robinson Crusoe wig, throwing it to the floor and pointed her loaded revolver towards me, “Four of the finest scientific minds of our generation and you murdered all of them in cold blood”.

Charlotte tapped on the living room window of our Nuclear fall-out bunker and then looked out across the arid, grey wasteland that had been left by nuclear bombardment.

“Justice”, she said.

Certificate U
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Submitted by well-wisher on
It's the name of an Agatha Christie Novel and I thought it would be an apt title for a murder story set in a fall-out bunker. I just picked the name Charlotte at random. Like a lot of my stuff this was written very hurriedly as soon as I got the idea so I didn't give much thought to her name.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

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