Every time I see a plastic sack among the flotsam and the debris, I think that you’ve come back to tell . In some way it could be a sweet relief, as the sympathies of friends — even your friends — has grown to be a burden like the weight that keeps the truth below the surface..
It was your fault; that’s why my lies came easy. Now you share your dwelling with the one you love; but I’m alone.
I feel their prying eyes, burning with compassion that I don’t deserve; and now I’m sinking just like you once did.

Copyright Sandra Cook
I found it was a little while since I did a grizzly murder story, but this picture invited me to do it. Friday Fictioneers is run by our Master-Mind of fiction Rochelle Wissoff-Fields. Joint in the craze of writing 100 word story to the same picture as this blossoming community of bloggers.
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December 10, 2014.

Oooh, murder! I loved the tired sound of the guilty narrator in this. Nicely done.
I think it would be tiresome with a burden like that.
Very dark, and beautifully subtle. Loved the phrasing too – the sympathies as a burden, and “I’m sinking like you once did…”
A great one.
KT
I think it would be the hardest thing to stand.
Dear Björn,
Apparently sticks and stones hide a grisly secret. Well played.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Indeed:
Below the sticks and stones
are bricks and broken bones
Thank you 🙂
Dear Bjorn,
An excellent title fronting a perfect story. Guilt, remorse, anger all mix in the backwater of the river where she lies. Well told.
Aloha,
Doug
Thank you Doug.. somehow I thought about how I react whenever I see a plastic bag on the shore….Add guilt to that and I think this is what I would have felt.
Wonderful, just wonderful. From the title to the last line, I was mesmerized.
Thank you so much.. it’s scary to put on shoes like that..
A grim but great story, Björn. I like that the narrator is haunted and will probably always be.
I think it is only in books where murders lack regret..
Lovely writing Bjorn. Really get the murderer / narrator’s turmoil.
I hope that murderers feel a turmoil like this,
Oh, Bjorn, this is delicious. The writing flows like a river or the tides. There truly is something awful about garbage on the beach. I’m glad this picture led you to such a spot on story.
I actually always feel this when I see a black plastic sack left… scary thought
I get the feeling that this is about to turn from murder to a murder-suicide. Well-written point of view piece, Bjorn.
All my best,
Marie Gail
Either that or going to the police and tell.
That’s a grim piece. I shall avert my eyes every time I see a large plastic sack. You’ve probably captured the emotions felt by a lot of killers.
Yes those black bags left on the shore always contain body parts.
Dark yet intriguing. A great what goes around comes around story. One in which no one really wins.
I think this is much closer to reality than anything else.
Oo-er! It sounds as if he’d almost be glad to get caught. Well done.
I think actually many murderers like this want to get caught
Prosaic and deep i.e. your speciality!
Thank you.. great compliment.
Hi Bjorn, good mystery, we are always hunted by the small mistakes we make, now imagine a murder.
Yes .. I guess this feeling is similar to the great story Therese Raquin by Emile Zola…
I cannot find your story Elizabeth.. the link-up seems to be broken…
Bjorn,
You portrayed the crushing weight of all those piled up lies, to the point where he wants to get caught just for some relief. Well done.
-David
Thank you.. yes I would think in many cases you really want to get caught…
Egggcellent!
Thank you 🙂
Great bit of writing here, Bjorn.
You got the atmosphere and tension spot on.
Love it.
Many criminal would feel that weight I believe… Thank you for your comment.
You know me . . . I love it when you go dark!
he he 🙂
I like the approach you took on the murder story, Bjorn. It’s the strain of living the lie, not the act of murder, that’s wearing him down. Good one.
Thank you Karen… this is probably close to an inner voice .. scarily enough.
The pacing here really lends itself to a confession. Beautifully done, Björn. I think “weights” should not be plural? Otherwise, this one really works!
Thank you – I had missed that one.
Bjorn, Really well written. His guilt and depression came across strongly. Good story. — Suzanne
Thank you 🙂 Honestly it’s probably closer to reality than an evil murderer.
Dear Bjorn, Spectacular Murder Mystery! I absolutely love it and wow – you don’t look like a murderer but then the ones that look innocent are the ones that get away. How many skeletons in your closet? Really Bjorn, this is marvelous writing – excellent!
I’m sometimes scared of my own imagination… I need to write about puppies and kittens instead.
Very subtle, I read it twice to make sure I had the meaning. It sounds like your narrator is having trouble coming to terms with what they did (as well they should!).
Beautifully written.
I hope he doesn’t come to terms… actually I think most murderers have difficulties living with their deeds.
Like Alistair, I had to read it twice! Very, very creepy–but in a good way!
I love to write creepy… glad it worked.
the overwhelming weight of a guilty conscience would do him in. it’s just a matter of time.
Yes.. I think some way he cannot live with this.
Exceptional. Wonderful writing and a beautiful blog..
Thank you.. It’s so fun to find a story in these pictures..
This is awesome, but creepy! At least the person feels some guilt… it would be scarier if that were absent.
Thank you.. somehow I think that it would be scarier but also less realistic with less remose
i like the last line, well written and concluded
Thank you 🙂
all i could feel was guilt, guilt, guilt. i was the narrator and i was the reader; i was the victim and i was the suspect. that amazing your work is. thank you!
Thank you… The burden is too heavy I think…
Heavy and dark! I feel the burden of guilt, like a yoked oxen. I feel like I did it. Great writing.
Lily
Oh.. to convey a feeling like that.. I’m sorry..
I think the narrator is feeling fear and guilt…dark writing as though from another time.
Ellespeth
I hope it’s not my time… or anywhere close.
Killing anyone is no good. The crime will haunt…
Nicely conveyed 🙂
I think that it will never cease to haunt.
Sombre tones to the challenge
Sombre like penumbra walls….
The complexity of his remorse comes through strongly in your story. He’s sinking with guilt, but still not really accepting the blame for his actions. Cleverly done and a gripping story.
No.. I think that putting blame elsewhere is probably needed.. I think that criminals always do that.
A nice murder tale – well done fitting in so much and the killer’s guilt in so few words
Thank you — going under the skin of someone else is what a writer should do..
So sad. The consequences of those things we call revenge are never anything but hurtful to ourselves.
Indeed.. I think this is much closer to a real criminal than the portray of a cold-blooded murderer
Your narrator is so worn down. It must be hard to be comforted when you are the guilty party – the inner conflict and urge to tell wearing him down. Well done on evoking sympathy for a murderer 🙂
Sympathy.. Yes I think there is always something human in every person…
That was very deep, Bjorn. No pun intended. Sometimes, people just can’t get out from under the weight of it all. Excellent. Lucy
Yes.. I think it might be more often than the opposite.
Ah this is gory alright but we can also feel the anguish and guilt…so few words that conjure up so much!
Sometimes complexity is better communicated in few words than in many I think.