Redball
A confused
tumble of images
shot through her mind,
searing her consciousness
with another's pain.
After a moment the swirl
resolved itself into a young man
with a shock of dirty-blonde
hair that fell into his eyes
standing in a dark shadow,
a splash of red
lit the background. The view
jerked suddenly and a second
figure became visible. The two
figures faced off; there was
a flash of a knife and a distorted
shout
echoed through her mind.
The image blurred
as one of the men lunged.
A few moments of confused
movement and stifled curses
ended in a sharp grunt
of pain.
The image sharpened
suddenly
and revealed the prone form
of the young man, his shirt
soaked through with crimson
blood.
Out in the softly-lit chamber
Agatha spoke,
"Murder…"