Flash Fiction

[gvdub]

Across the surveillance camera lens is a splash of red, slowly crusting over. Through the drying gore, I can see her, lifeless now, slumped over the spilled remnants of the obscenely sized Dr. Pepper diluting the pool of her blood, spreading it through the teriyaki jerky and foil-wrapped, herbal male enhancement tablets that lie strewn across the counter, dripping to the floor and starting to blur what the reporter will call the "knife wielding assailant's" footprint. I grab the shuttle wheel and move back, frame by frame, watching for the moment where the knife just starts to nick the carotid, and freeze it there, then reconsider and advance just a little - just until there's the faintest hint of spray. I can always back up a few frames if Standards and Practices raises a fuss, but they rarely do anymore. Besides, it's sweeps. This one's ready for the ten o'clock.

Sorta sidewise inspired by megmccarron's post on "appropriateness"