© A Mixed Bag 2009
[Synthetic Alien Head from the National Space Centre,  Leicester, UK]

“Sir! You’d better come back here.”

I rolled my eyes thinking that I had the most incompetent partner in the service. He could not seem to manage anything on his own without calling me in for help. Slowly, I walked through the house wondering what it could possibly be that he was struggling with. More paperwork? Another question regarding what to do with evidence on a crime scene? “What is it now, Sanders?”

Sanders had gone incredibly pale and did not seem to be able to word his question. Instead, he pointed, with shaking fingers, to the room behind us. “In there.”

“I have never seen anything like this.” The medical team walked out of the room that was being pointed at and shook their heads at me.

Realising this was slightly more important than paperwork, I went into the room and stopped dead. I may as well of been suddenly rooted to the floor beneath me. In front of me, there was a severed head which did not look human. We had come to investigate the murder of the resident, but this was something never expected.

You couldn’t help but wonder, what happened to the rest of the body.

Written for Sunday photo fiction