A Murder in Venice

The three visiting academics stared at the body floating in the canal.

‘You know him?’ the inspector asked.

‘He’s a professor at the university,’ Göran replied. 

‘We were waiting for him,’ Sigrun added.  ‘He said he kept Italian time, not Swiss.’

‘The dead are always late,’ the inspector said. ‘And often in life also.’

‘Water is life,’ Rafaela, the hydrologist, muttered. 

‘Not if you’re drowned, Signora,’ the inspector replied.  ‘You’re going to have to stay in Venice for now.’

‘For how long?’ Göran asked.

‘As long as necessary.  There are worse places to be.  Unless you’re the murderer, that is.’




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.