Maya Mahal- Shorts

'The victim was poisoned by the mushrooms. Then he fell down, injured his head, he died. Case over.' District Commissioner Singh said to the forensics guy, unable to speak in full sentences, twirling his oiled moustache that protruded out of his dark skin like a big bamboo stick.' But sir.. ' the small, meek guy said interrupting the big elephant of an officer. Maya crouched lower, trying to conceal herself behind the gleaming, wooden door, listening to every single bit of the conversation. The strands of sunlight fell onto her bubble-gum pink hair, illuminating every single strand of Maya's long wavy hair. Her brows furrowed against each other as she shifted her sharp gaze onto the pot-bellied Commissioner. Her jet black eyes were restless. She could feel something was off, something was not quite in the place. Maya tried to remember that one particular detail that could throw that mystery off-course. Biting her parched lips she stood up to go back to her aunt's flat. 'Wait right there!' a gruff voice called out. Maya ignored the calling and sashayed right up the grey granite stairs, her black, flowery sandals thumping rhythmically on them. 'Miss Mahal. Stop right there.' The Commissioner called, his belly jiggling, but Maya had already gone up the stairs. The peeling pink paint seemed to peer at the queer girl and the large ornate railing seemed to stare with its mouth open. She sighed and put her weight against the wall, picking at her manicured nails, she ripped jeans appearing more ripped than ever. She had no desire to go to her aunt's flat. Not that she wasn't kind or loving or anything, just that she was a slight bit mentally disabled. Maya's mind eventually travelled to the death of the fifty-seven-year-old Mr7 Samran, it just did not seem like it was poisoned mushrooms. She pulled a small notepad out of the black bag that dangled on her shoulder and pulled a dark aqua blue pen from behind her hair and scribbled down the notes in her curly, undecodable handwriting.

Mr Samran

1) A bank employee

2) Enemies? 

People who worked under him.

His divorced wife.

His sons and daughters- (In the matter of inheritance?)

Either of them is unlikely

3) Why mushrooms ( A distraction?)

4) Nature- Grumpy. Keeps to himself. Does not care for workers. Not helpful to society. 

'Who would want to kill Mr Samran?' she thought her eyes travelling to the past, trying to conjure up an answer. That's when she got it. She knew who was the murderer. Keeping her head straight, an aura of victory floating around her she strutted down the stairs to confront Commissioner Singh. 'Ha. Miss Mahal, finally you confront me. Haven't you troubled me enough? Do you want to report that your best friend is a mad person who wants to kill your mother? I'm afraid you already used it before. Does the pampered darling want to say something?' the commissioner said crouching down to the thirteen-year-old height, his eyes bulging out like large tennis balls. Maya smirked and said, 'It's the maid who killed him. And he wasn't poisoned. He was hit by a hammer.' she said, her head raised high. 'Oh really. Does the little baby doubt the forensics?' He said his small lips twirled in a babyish pout, mocking her. 'The maid's daughter was infected with a deadly disease and was in dire need of money. The maid had no other house to work in and asked Mr Samran to help her with funds. Mr Samran, being a miser, did not help the maid and her daughter succumbed to the disease. In a fit of rage, she killed her master. In the end, the case closed. And by the way, you did not check the forensics yet.' she said, her hands on her hips, smiling wickedly. The commissioner's pout twisted into a deep scowl and said threateningly, 'How did you know that?'

'Because I am not dumb like you' Maya said winking, mocking right at his round face. What she did not know was that she was about to become smarter. Way smarter.