PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Tod? What are you doing here? What are you doing with my scarf…? Stop it…you’re hurting me. Tod!” Screams and other indefinable noises like china smashing and furniture scraping across a wooden floor, followed.
Inspector Tandy hummed and aahed as DS White turned off the recording.
“I see what you mean. It certainly fits with the physical evidence. Do we know any Tod?”
“The neighbours’ son’s called Tod, sir.”
“You reckon he’ll repeat it in court?”
“I think so. He didn’t take much coaxing this time.”
“Thing is, has a mynah bird’s testimony ever been accepted as evidence in court before?”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.