Saturday 21 April 2012

When They Found Her

You want to have seen it, the place was crawling with busies, dozens of them, white coats, cameras, the lot. They didn't waste any time. They took me through the back, to where they found her. One of them had a grip of me, my left arm. 'Look,' he goes. She was...I said something, I don't know what, a noise just. The shock, I couldn't...she was...and this big bastard of a Sergeant's staring at me, his eyes boring into me, as if it was my fault, as if I'd done something wrong.

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