‘Come with me for a journey under the skin,’ Haskins sang to the tune of The Waterboys’ The Pan Within. ‘Come with me to find the devil within.’
He placed a scalpel at top of the sternum and sliced towards the navel.
‘Try and show some decorum, doc,’ Naylor said.
‘Since he’s stopped living the rest us have to as well?’
‘No, but … This whole business creeps the hell out me.’
‘Says the man who hunts murderers.’
‘And was he? Murdered?’
‘I’ll need a bit of more time under his skin to determine that.’ Haskins started to whistle tunelessly.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.