We bring Movie Week to its conclusion with: Confessions.
Of course you're welcome to continue on with your story as long as you like, or as long as you need to, but the movie title prompts end today. For now, at least.
Had a bit of a resting day today, which was much needed. Back to work tomorrow though.
By the time the detective reappears in the morning the tension in the cell is nearly visible. He calls the redhead out first and I follow them down the hall to a cramped interview room.
"Have you -" the detective begins, but the man cuts him off in a raspy, dry voice.
"I did it! It was me, okay? Just make it stop, please!"
Triumph floods through me like a shot of whiskey, warming my soul. The promise of rest and peace are mine at last. I'm surprised to find no lingering rage within me but don't dwell on the absence for long.
I choose not to stay to hear the grisly details of my murder. They're not important now and, quite frankly, I'd rather spend eternity in blissful ignorance of those particular hows and whys.
As I pass by their cell I see a second detective drag the dark-haired suspect to another interview room. Again I follow, but this time I try to tell the policeman not to bother, that the culprit has been uncovered.
They enter the room and guilt seeps into me at the sight of the sleep deprived suspect. I want to apologize, to explain that I had no choice but to harass these innocents so that the lone sinner would be caught.
"Anything new to say this morning?" the detective asks as I turn to leave.
"It was me," the man whispers, freezing me in place. "I killed that woman. I'm so sorry. Just, please, make the voices stop..."