The landscape gave the impression a confectionery chef with a cause, had turned rogue. Garden hedges resembled iced muffins, and old tree stumps, a tier of wedding cake.
“We’ll have to wait for the thaw,” proclaimed Kurtz.
“Why?” asked Rudy.
Kurtz sighed as though addressing a simpleton, “The idea’s to do the job cleanly. Not leave tracks.”
“Evidence is only as good as its interpretation. I came prepared. Try these on.”
Kurtz examined the oversized socks with paw prints on their soles and the gloves with bladed fingers.
“Tomorrow’s headlines: ‘Warlord savaged by bear!'” Rudy declared triumphantly.
“In bearless Britain?”
Written for Friday Fictioneers- a 100 word story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle.
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