Here’s a little story I wrote at Holmfirth Writers on Monday. Hope you enjoy it!
“Are you done, then?”
The Inspector – a wiry, sharp-suited man in his late 30’s – finished writing and put his notebook in his pocket.
“Not yet. I need to look at your yard.”
The two men walked round the corner into an alley, which broadened out to form a yard behind the building, lit only by the pale glow that filtered through the window blinds.
The Inspector looked at his companion, a bearded, rotund man with indeterminate stains on his Motorhead T-shirt.
“This belongs to your establishment, yes?”
The other man grinned uneasily. “Well, yeah, but other people are always dumping their rubbish here. Bastards!” He moved towards the assortment of bin bags and dustbins occupying the far side of the yard.
“No! Don’t touch anything. This is all potential evidence relevant to my…