These Days

UNDER it all.
Not my usual.
I am a MOVER, a dancer.
Instead, I tread WATER.
SHEER volume and weight stop me.
I long to ride the waves
To find my inner downhill SKIER
Missing the ease, the swoosh

Georg’ann

Entering the lodge, Margaret noticed the faint scent of cocoa and pine before her attention was drawn to the CHALK outline on the glistening wood floor just to the side of the registration desk. A side door to the outside was just beyond the marking, as was a long hallway adjacent to the door, off this main foyer.

It had been determined that the murder weapon was a KNIFE, though one hadn’t been located at the scene. There were fresh tracks in the snow outside the side door and a few drops of blood further confirming the direction of escape.

The working assumption was that the murderer had SKIED away quickly. Given that any SKIER would be wearing a mask and gloves that could be as unique or as nondescript as desired, identifying details might prove difficult to determine.

Heather