a little mystery

Week three of the Indie Ink weekly writing challenge (in which participants are randomly challenged by our peers with a writing prompt). Challenging, all right.

They had been fighting like lovers angry words and accusations.

She spat you bastard then he had her against the wall ah fuck as he pushed her hard kissing her hard she gave in opened herself wrapped around him inside her breath in his ear.

That was how it was.

While he showered she searched for evidence of what dunno but she knew she would find it this time a pile of papers on the kitchen table beckoned her rifling gently she found a letter in loopy cursive on lined paper.
I don't know why she would leave you all I want is to sit on your couch naked and drink coffee and read The Nation why would she not want that who would not want that but you won't have me she does not know what she has and gave away I love you.
Eyes flooding dizzy she sat her naked self on the kitchen chair to take it in what when how what was the date on that letter?

Someone wanted what she had.

Warm and wet he appeared and she gave herself to him.

My challenge, from Zoeyjane, was: "Pick a post from one of your past Indie Challenges. Using third person only, rewrite it as a mystery." I chose my first challenge, "prisoner's dilemma," and this is where it went.