the humming bird.........

She had been stabbed twice. The first wound was on her chest close to the left breast. The second one was on her back signs that she was trying to run away. A trail of blood made its way to a pool of blood where the body was. On her left wrist were red marks most probably the killer held her hand tight before the killing. Two cups of coffee were found on the table. One was full, signs that it had not been touched the other was half empty. Red lipstick was on the half empty cup. I took a closer look at the body. The puzzle matched the half empty cup belonged to the murdered woman. The room was beautiful, small but decent for a single woman to lodge in. Two pictures hung on the wall. One of herself another of a female lion with an inscription it is the lioness that makes the kill. The window was open most probably kept open because of the beautiful view it provided and a cool summer breeze that entered the room. The room was on the third floor. A huge tree had one of its branches hanging almost inside the room with a humming bird on it. “It so beautiful’’ whispered one of the officers on the scene talking about the humming bird. ‘’It’s the first thing I saw when I came in.’’ it’s been almost three hours since the woman was found dead.

Two rooms sandwiched the woman’s room by chance there had to be a witness. The room on her right had a balcony while the one on her left had a room with a view slightly tilted to her room. If one would stretch her head she would see what’s happening next door. Surely there had to be witness. The killer was smart he left no trail or clues only for a full cup of coffee. After hours of analysis a officer came through with two witnesses. Both of them where neighbours one from the right and the other from the left.

‘’They both claim to have heard and seen something sir’’ spoke the officer.  On giving his statement the neighbour on the right said I heard some noise and a little scream. It was unusual of her to scream so I rushed to the balcony to see. I saw nothing, I stood there for a few minutes it was quiet. The only thing I saw was the humming bird it seemed to have a full view of what was happening. The neighbour on the left also gave her statement. I too heard a scream I was busy ironing so I leaned on the wall to hear what was happening I stood for a while hoping to hear voices but I did not. So I went to the window to check if I would see anything I leaned forward to have a view but I saw no one except for the humming bird that had a clear view of what was happening.

Stories by the humming bird

Written by Hawulethu Dube

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