Death by Chilli

“A complaint: Friday Fictioneers give us 100 words to tell a story about the above image. I could have written a thousand just describing this Chinese street! Haha! Oh well – I did my best. I hope you like it.”

I wrote this story in answer to the following prompts:
Friday Fictioneers – Write a 100-word story based on the Photo Prompt image by Brenda Cox

Death By Chilli

The Trilby hat was Detective Roback’s trademark. He stood a foot taller than anyone within the narrow, colourful, streets of china town. He scowled while searching for Meng. “Gah, it stinks of greasy egg flied lice and rotten fish around here!”

“You go then!” said a woman wearing a hippy bandana.

Roback lunged beneath a red sign into a Chinese food store. “You’re under arrest, Meng.

“I do nothing.”

“You killed Foo with your nuclear-grade chilli powder.”  

“Prove it!”

Roback pinned him down and removed a sachet of chilli from his jacket pocket. “This’ll match that found in the victim.”

The End

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