The Red Necktie

The red necktie He woke on the sofa, fully dressed vaguely remembered an argument with a woman He took a shower, made coffee turned on the radio that told of a woman strangled by a red necktie. He paled under his fake tan; his tie was red, lost in a brawl in a bar, did he? No, he was a friendly sort he liked to think of himself, surely not…! What to do now? Call the police and confess To a crime, he could not remember having committed? He looked out of the window into an empty street Sunday morning, people were still sleeping or perhaps the street had been cleared so that they could arrest him without using force? Now, he needed a drink, opened the drink cabinet and there was his tie knotted on the solid neck of whisky bottle