100Word Entry – Starved

“Why did you do it?” That seemed to be their favorite question.

“How come you will not tell us where you where last night”? 

The fog returned every time they asked this one. How come I could only remember meeting Sophia but not remember any details of our night together.

I only had a couple of drinks and I am used to drinking many more than that. We didn’t mix anything illicit into our partying last night. Maybe someone slipped me a roofie.

Does that happen to men?

After four hours of interviews it suddenly hit me! I was STARVED.

**blogger’s note** This is my contribution to @velvetverbosity’s 100 word challenge at http://velvetberbosity.com This weeks word is STARVED

This is also an continuation of 3 previous 100Word Posts – Here they are:

The room was deafeningly quiet. The only sound was the constant hum that screamed at me from the light hanging above. My elbows were rested on the cold, hard steel table that was in front of me. I could not keep from wondering why they were making me sit in this room. Actually, I could not keep from wondering why in the hell they had picked me up at work in the first place.

Suddenly, the door burst open and the first words from the officers mouth were “Mr. Georges, we think that you stabbed and killed that poor girl”

I was shocked at the words that came out of the officers mouth. How could they think that I had stabbed some girl.  My mind seemed to be frozen in time until I noticed . . .

. . . the credentials hanging from his jacket pocket said C.I.A – as in Central Intelligence Agency. 

Since when did the CIA start investigating stabbings of poor girls?

This had to be a dream. A joke. A prank. This had to be something other than reality.

“Mr. Georges, tell me exactly where you were last night at 7:30PM!”

Nothing was coming to mind. Why was I drawing a blank? My mind started to drift back to last night . . . nothing was coming.

I tried to think of what happened yesterday afternoon . . . nothing was coming.  I could feel a cold bead of sweat starting to run down the back of my neck.


At that exact moment there must of have been a power surge or someone flicked the light switch because the light hanging above my head flickered.  That temporary change to my environment must have caused a memory to surge into my head. I remember thinking that meeting my ex at the club for one drink would be harmless.

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6 Responses to 100Word Entry – Starved

  1. Tara R. says:

    If he’s hungry, maybe he was drugged? Or, so I’ve heard.

  2. Carrie says:

    Curious…I’m not sure the leap from memory loss to being starved works for me but overall I like the little story you have crafted.

    Visiting from the 100 word link up

  3. lceel says:

    So maybe while he was out of it, he did some pot? Because man, that shit’ll make you HUNGRY!

  4. LOL… that sandwich is reminding me that I am also feeling hungry… LOL

  5. barbara says:

    interesting twist . . . well, DID he do it? 🙂

  6. Glad you picked this back up. 🙂

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