My latest piece of flash based on the photo prompt. The story also had to include a death.
“Anything to say for yourself?”
“We both know that’s you.”
“Are you kidding?” He fanned his face and wiped his brow. “That’s a woman. Got any water? Aspirin? I’ve got a killer headache.”
“What am I doing here anyway? You don’t have anything on me. If you did, you’d already have arrested me.”
“Do you think you can deceive me? You don’t think I know what you wanted to put in that water? Look! Take a good god—“ He shivered with the word. “—damn look. I know that’s you.”
“That’s not me. Sure you don’t have any water?”
“I’m telling you, I didn’t do anything.”
“But you thought about it.”
“Well, that’s what you’re here for. What you wanted to do. And that’s why you’ll be staying the rest of your years with me. A lifetime sentence. What? You can’t remember?”
He rubbed his forehead and felt the bloody hole.