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.
This week’s song is Butterfly Crime Scene performed by Sal Vulcano. bumblepuppies reckoned it was a good title for a piece of historic fiction. What do you think?
(P.S. There’s a little bonus video at the end of this one.)
Butterfly Crime Scene
By the time I arrived at the theatre it had already started. The house lights were turned down and on the stage a magic lantern projected an image on the screen – a scrap of bluish material.
The speaker was midway through a sentence: “…when on the floor I discovered the torn wing from a butterfly. Crime scene analysis,“ he continued after a short pause, “is an art as much as it is a science. Dead insects are not uncommon in a home in the countryside during summer and a lesser investigator would have ignored it. But I instantly recognised the fragment’s distinctive blue sheen as belonging to the rare Blue Morpho butterfly recently discovered in Brazil. This would turn out to be the key piece of evidence that enabled me to crack the case.”
The speaker paused and we obliged with a smattering of applause. I had read about the case in the paper. Colonel Bennet of Foxglove Hall was found murdered in his study. The Yard made no progress for weeks, then he had stepped in and solved the case in two days.
“To be a successful investigator one has to notice the smallest scraps of evidence. I propose that one day we will even be able to use human cells to solve crimes.”
This elicited some polite laughter from the crowd. The speaker smiled.
“You’re thinking I’ve been indulging in the fiction by Mr Verne and Mr Wells, but consider that two centuries ago we didn’t even know of the existence of cells. Two decades ago the butterfly which broke this case hadn’t been discovered yet. As science advances and technology like steam boats make the world smaller, the tools of law enforcement grow ever sharper. Tonight I invite you along on a journey toward eradicating the scourge of crime from our society.”
The applause was deafening as we rose to our feet. The man before us was truly the Great Detective.
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