PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Cold pizza. Rich with cheese and herbs, the grease spotted the delivery box and stained the granite counter underneath.
The wine bottle, left uncorked, was half full. Only one goblet, which indicated the person had been alone.
Bits and pieces, the flotsam and jetsam of life, littered the dresser top around the pizza. There weren’t, however, any real clues as to what had happened. No indication of a fight in the hotel room. A couple of shopping bags were still full. A brief case was unmolested.
Nothing explained the crumpled body on the sidewalk far below.