“Down below… you have to dig deeper”
The four men were masked, clad in rubber clothing, they had spades, but mostly they tore through the grass and mud with gloved hands.
“I’m sure it’s here”
“This is the tenth place you’ve showed us, man.”
“It was dark then, but it has to be here… it was somewhere here.”
Suddenly one of the men jumped back.
“Plastic bag, something heavy inside, come and help.”
With frenzied movements men gathered, gently pulling the bag, while the shackled man, tears streaming from his eyes, whispered to himself:
“Forgive me Jane, it’s finally over.”
This week the image immediately took me to a forensic scene, there is a lot in the news about murders here in Sweden, so probably that’s why. I think it’s not too uncommon that murderers sooner or later begins to tell, and just maybe they might want to tell, where to find their victims.
Friday fictioneers attracts writers from all over the world, to write a story in hundred words, under the leadership of Superintendent Rochelle. What do you see in Dale’s picture?
October 28, 2015