It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.

Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.

If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page. You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.

The wife seems to have taken a page from bumblepuppies’s book by looking up the strangest song title she could find online. Her suggestion? There is a good reason these tables are numbered Honey. You just haven’t thought of it yet. by Panic! At the Disco (frankly, I think the band’s name would make a much more interesting story). The genre is Crime/Mystery.

There is a good reason these tables are numbered Honey. You just haven’t thought of it yet.

“There is a good reason these tables are numbered, Honey. You just haven’t thought of it yet.”

“Why don’t you just tell me?”

I spoke his answer along in my mind as he gave it: “If I tell you, you’ll never learn.” I hated when he did this, teasing me with a clue he had obviously already figured out.

“Okay,” I said. “If this were a restaurant I’d say they’re for billing purposes, but that’s not the case here…”

“Why else are restaurant tables numbered?”

“Waiters. Waiters are assigned to tables using the numbers.” Duh, Mel. Way to forget the way you put yourself through college. “We should find out which waiter was assigned to this table.”

“Good. What else.”

What else? He means there’s more? Think, Mel, think. “There must be a seating chart…” I scanned the room and noticed the empty easel by the entrance to the banquet room, “…which seems to be missing!”

“That-a-girl. And that tells us what?”

“That the killer was most likely sitting at the same table as the victim.”

“Or that’s exactly what he wants you to think. Either way, what do you think would be our first step?”

“We should try and establish who sat where.” I waited for confirmation, a question, something. He just looked at me. Unravelling crime scenes were easy compared to figuring out what Detective Malone expected. Deep breath, Mel. “The easiest will probably be to let everyone return to their seats, but we can’t do that before CSU and the coroner have released the scene.”

“That’s one option…” Okay. What did I miss now? “Or we can just ask the event planner for the original seating plan.”

“Wouldn’t the killer have taken care of that as well?”

Malone smiled. “Now you’re starting to think like a detective.”