A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house. Isabella, was alone at the dining room table eating breakfast, and nearly cracked her tooth on the fork at the sudden sound of shattering glass.
“Call Fernando!” She wrapped her robe around herself and rushed to window. There, a young girl lay, no older than sixteen, a make-shift noose of bed sheets, dresses and pantyhoses tied around her neck.
“Don Fernando is on his way, Señora,” the male servant said.
“Check the roof! El cupable may still be there!” She felt the girl’s neck, but already knew from the stiffness of her body that she was dead.
The servant returned shortly after with a note. “Señora, no one is there.” He handed Isabella the folded, manila paper. “Mira. She jumped. Se suicidó.”
Isabella took the letter and opened it. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she read the girl’s final words: “Digale al Brigadier que lo amo.”
word count: 147
This is in response to Mondays Finish the Story: a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.