“Who was she, anyway?” asked Colonel Mustard, looking at the mangled body of Ms. Scarlet. “I’ve never seen her before today.”
“I met her in a chic clothing store in Paris,” lamented Mrs. Peacock sadly. “We lost touch over the years and I was surprised to see that she had been invited here to the mansion today.”
“You did this!” yelled Mrs. White at the Colonel . “I know it was you.”
“I don’t think he had the time,” replied the Professor slowly. “or the motive, isn’t that right, Mr. Green?”
“She was my ex-wife,” revealed Mr. Green.
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]