Necktie

The Red Necktie. He woke up, fully dressed but minus his tie, on a lumpy hotel bed It was a down and out sort of local, the last semi civilized place before sleeping rough. It reeked of sadness and stank of depravity. He switched on the TV news, during the night a woman had been brutally strangled with a tie. His heart sank, he sweated, stabbed by fear but he couldn’t remember a thing, total black out; yet he vaguely remembered angry voices and someone running in a back alley. Should he ring the TV channel and ask what colour the tie? Or should he call the police and give himself up? His tie was green with black dots on. There was rumbling from an old fridge in the room, he opened it in the hope of finding a cold beer…. No beer, but wrapped neatly around a bottle of whisky, a red silk tie.