Fred Aiken Writing

The Murder that Took Place in an All-Red Room

Detective George Handell stood in the middle of an all-red room staring down at an unidentified man’s body wondering why anyone would kill anyone in an all-red room. Carpet, wallpaper, curtains, desk, couch, knick-knacks, lamp; someone went out of their way to decorate the room entirely in red. 

Have you ever seen anything like this? an officer asked Detective Handell.

No, he responded. No, I haven’t.

It’s quite amazing.

It certainly is. It’s as if someone designed the room specifically so they could murder someone in it.

What do you mean?

You can’t tell who died: him or the room.

What it Sometimes Feels Like Thinking Back on Things I Want to Forget

verifiable verses in vertigo

punctuating the melodies made poignant

through a journey, alone in abandoned suburban mountains

used for storage

that still doesn’t seem to have enough room for all

that crap we bought at garage sales

when we were in our twenties

and still couldn’t afford crap from ikea