a minor act of defenestration

the sleuth watched from upstairs,
a hidden alcove giving them a
discreet viewpoint

as a minor act of defenestration
was committed.
the smartphone landed with
barely a sound.

gritting their teeth 
against triskaidekaphobia
they made their way down 
the thirteen stairs

running into the matriarch of the house,
an agelast with a blank gaze.

she sighed, must you continue 
this dolor on my home?
the sleuth tipped their hat

and went to find the smartphone.
unlocking it, they found the information
to be a perfect bonanza.

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