THE RED HOUSE (150 words)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Inside the house by the corner slope, the man paced up and down in his drawing room, his knee-high steel coated boots furiously tapping into the wooden floors.
His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall__fifteen past two.
He had time though not very much.
He walked over and sat down on the chair by the lone window.
The street outside was a serpent’s tail, bathed in snow.
He watched the river and hills beyond. White was the reigning deity.
Thirteen months of living in Hammerfest had taught Ahmed Assad Hussain alias Philip Mathews__international forger wanted by Interpol for swindling over 200 million Swiss francs__that it would take another two months for the snow to melt.
He turned away and looked at the body lying on the floor.
Senior Detective Walter Smith deserved a decent burial__here and now.
It was the least Ahmed could do, under the circumstances.
Written for WHAT PEGMAN SAW GOOGLE STREET VIEW WRITING CHALLENGE https://whatpegmansaw.com/2017/02/04/hammerfest-norway/