photo/ willow/ Magpie Tales
THIS PICTURE JUST SAYS MURDER to me. Wondering what Stieg Larsson would have made of it. I think I know! Thanks Tess, for endless opportunities, for one more Mag.
THE GIRL WITH THE TATTOOED COMPUTER
Blomquest picked up the lemon. Carefully. The red looked like blood, smelled like blood, when no one was looking, he licked it. Someday he'd tell his grandchildren what it was.
"I'll get you the bloody list of the Bloody Lemon Killers, as soon as I start up this effing computer". Liss Salamander slammed her fist into her mouth, sullenly bit her swollen lip before she kicked Blomquest in the groin. He grabbed his crotch and went off to make a pot of coffee.
You couldn't tell by looking at him, but he was relieved to be out of jail. The permanent furrow on his brow gave off a gloomy vibe. He pulled his lips back, exposed his teeth. He always wanted to try smiling.
Three months of staring through prison bars at a frigid landscape, on an island long since abandoned to the elements, didn't change him. Not much different from his digs in Stockholm. Except for the coffee.
After Sweden passed an emergency law to imprison writers of interminable mysteries, Blomquest, the dishonored author, had no choice but to surrender.
Salamander finished printing the results. The photo came up afterwards. The fork! No blood on the tines! That pointed to only one person, the one known as the Red Herring.
Salamander put on a new nose ring to celebrate, pushed Blomquest onto the bed, and went to make a pot of coffee.
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