Death of a Lily

was it a murder or a suicide? the investigator pondered. either way the poor plant mid free fall must have questioned its nature, must have fallen like a whale raining from the sky all the way down to the ground onto a tiny ant formerly minding its own colonial business on the cracked sidewalk four and a half floors below. to be certain, we’ll never know the answer, the investigator mused while half-heartedly hunting for a suicide note or a murder weapon, eager to close the case if either happen to turn up before another sun set on the boulevard.