The Murder - A 100 word story

1. Nancy lay, her blood pooling on the floor.   Her roommate, Celia, stared vacantly, tears streaking her face.  “No sign of a murder weapon” said the constable.  The police hounds were running around in circles, equally confused.  “It has to be somewhere in here.  He always leaves the murder weapon behind” said the sergeant.  “Serial killers are creatures of habit.  Have you looked in the garage ?” asked Sergeant.  “Nothing there other than an old freezer” said the constable.  “Icicles make the perfect weapon and then they melt away” said Celia, as she started to laugh hysterically in the next room.