The case


Halfway through the investigation, Detective R. realized it wasn’t a very good mystery, and nobody cared. It was heavy on first-person pronouns and furthermore, weren’t detectives just people with no one to talk to? He forgot his notebook in a taxi. His roommate covered the clues on the bulletin board with restaurant reviews and cartoons. He left his gun in its holster with an ex-girlfriend he’d never go back to. Eventually Detective R. left himself in a Queens laundromat, though the man who emerged hours later bore his white folded undershirts and clean socks and detergent scented with Alps.

The mystery, however tiresome, kept on.

A detective is a person with exactly one person to talk to.

Then he really was wide-awake and the night air was pulled taffy; he could push through. He was following somebody’s footprints.


One response to “The case

  1. I like this a lot. Apart from the good images and prose, I like the existential-noir feeling you are able to pull out of it. It has some Paul Auster City of Glass to it. I’m curious, who is he following? Himself? … Can we have more?

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