Monday, 6 August 2012

'The Ascot Murder' by Kevin Barrett

"I'm a hat woman" said the stranger seated opposite me on the train, referring to the blue and red hat perched on her knee.
"Off to Ascot then".  I said facetiously.
Thoughtfully she fingered the rim of the hat.  "No she said; but I know where you are going."  The gunshot blew the crown off the hat and I slumped to the floor.
The blood seeped through my fingers clutching at the wound.  A veil fell over the woman's face and the ruined hat fell deeper into shadow.
Then I remembered.

(Written at the NFFD workshop, Winchester, May 12th 2012)

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