Mystery, Phrase Prompt, Short Story, Writing Prompts

The Last Step

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter,
inspired by Fan’s line prompt and a photo by
Dan Antion. Here’s where the prompts took me

a fictionalized account of a true murder story.

© Dan Antion @ No Facilities

The gala at the Embassy Hotel had been sold as a charity affair …. black ties, magnolias, the whole performance. But by eleven o’clock, the ballroom felt less like philanthropy and more like a stage for William Sallinger’s contempt.

Sallinger …. heir, tobacco man, the kind of handsome that gets forgiven too easily …. had been drinking since seven. His walking stick, lacquered ebony with a silver ferrule, swung loosely from his wrist as he moved through the crowd demanding bourbon refills with the ease of a man who had never once been told no.

At the foot of the great marble staircase, Hattie Tatum stood arranging a tray of champagne flutes. She was fifty-two, gray-haired, unhurried …. a woman who had worked the hotel’s events for thirty years without once raising her voice. When Sallinger lurched toward her and demanded she move, she did not move fast enough to suit him. He struck her across the shoulder with his cane. The crystal scattered but Hattie did not fall …. not then.

A short time later, after another encounter with Sallinger, Hattie was hit again and collapsed three hours later in the kitchen while the orchestra was still playing upstairs. A cerebral hemorrhage, the doctors said. She was dead before midnight.

Sallinger’s lawyers were already preparing his statement when Detective Abe Novello arrived at the Embassy the following morning. The family’s account was tidy: a regrettable accident, a woman of frail constitution, no connection whatsoever to William.

A less experienced detective might have given up but Novello had a nagging feeling that wouldn’t loosen its grip on his gut. It was his trained eye that noticed a small dome mounted in the corner above the staircase landing …. unobtrusive, barely visible against the crown molding. A hidden video camera had caught some incriminating footage.

The footage was eleven seconds long. In it, William Sallinger’s face was entirely visible …. not the blank face of a man who had bumped into someone by mistake, but the tight, deliberate face of a man who had decided something, and acted on it.

Novello set the video footage down on the table in front of Sallinger’s attorney and said nothing. In the outer hall on the great staircase, the marble was still cold and dark and patient …. as marble always is …. waiting for justice for Hattie Tatum.

NAR©2026
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Fandango’s Prompt: A hidden video camera had caught some incriminating footage.

Nancy’s Notes: Loosely based on the true story of William Zantzinger and Hattie Carroll as told in the protest song by Bob Dylan.

This is “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll” by Bob Dylan

Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

21 thoughts on “The Last Step”

  1. This is an excellent story, with a perfect ending. Thanks for bringing my photo to life, as you did your characters in my mind as I read this. I was hanging on every word, Nancy. Well done!

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  2. Oh, poor Hattie, and I’m pleased the rich smartass Sallinger, met his match in the form of the ever-diligent inspector Novello … and a great ballad by ‘Bob’ … 🥰📃🌏🎵💜

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    1. Thank you, Fandango. I always found this song fascinating and started doing research on this horrific incident. Unfortunately, the outcome was not as satisfying in real life, and justice, in my opinion, was not served.

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