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.
write one craft one 