Guilty As Charged- A Silly Mystery For You

Dark pasted the room with a sticky, uncomfortable, invisible substance that didn’t help Dad remember or even create a good answer to the question.

A man standing beyond the intense light berated him with questions. "Where were you at four am?"

In bed fast asleep like anyone else. How many times did he have to answer the same annoying question?

A complaint had been registered. The shadow, armed with a short list of questions and a willingness to repeat said few questions until utterly driving him crazy, was called in to solve the case.

Apparently, Dad had been seen at the scene of the crime. And, according to the complaint, this wasn’t the first time his presence had been witnessed. “Look.” A hand thrust a phone with a photo toward him. “Evidence. You were there.”

TV shows like the Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, and others have explored invisible dimensions where another presence representing us moved about, sometimes in a different setting, other times in the past or future. It all has something to do with quantum something or other.

At any rate, Dad’s other presence must have crossed into this world and committed the crime because he was in bed asleep. He looked down at his rumpled pajamas, his only proof. “I think your witness dreamed the whole thing then used some program on their phone to create that photo. Did you think of that, huh?”

“If what you say is so, look at your hands.”

Dad turned his palms up and saw the stains. Sticky red, blobby stains.

Maybe it was true. Maybe his other presence slipped into this world, took over his body and forced him to commit the crime. “I’m innocent, I tell you. You must believe me.”

But the severity of the offense would not allow such considerations.

The last M & M peanut candy, color red, no longer rolled in the bag resting in the snack drawer in the kitchen.

It was--Forever gone.

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