For Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.
The beach swarmed with police on their telephones, forensics in their white overalls with their tape, marking out and measuring. The tide would be turning soon. They had to be quick.
Moll pulled up the hood of her anorak. It was brisk down by the sea in the mornings, got at her rheumatism. She squinted at the bustling coppers, lingered a little longer over the heap with a sheet spread over it, and snorted.
He’d had it coming. Everybody round there knew that. The coppers would be looking for a murderer, wouldn’t care if Eddie Carson had deserved it, and worse. If she’d been Jim Hurley and Carson had done that to her daughter, Moll would have ripped his liver out with her teeth.
She went back indoors to put the kettle on. While she waited for it to boil, she watched the coppers follow the line of footprints down to the sea. Would they think of a suicide? Or would that be too simple? Murderers did commit suicide afterwards though, didn’t they? Sometimes, surely. She put a couple of teabags in the pot. The coppers were on their phones again.
Moll picked up a broom and swept the front step. The water would be but a minute or two before it boiled; she’d best be quick herself. The wind was fierce, she decided, as she opened the gate and hurried down the path to the cove. She’d maybe get a bit of washing dried if only the rain would keep off.
The sand in the cove was damp but the tide wouldn’t cover it for a few hours yet, not round this side of the point. Methodically, she swept away the footprints leading from the sea—her own, old lady’s boots, leaving their deep-heeled prints where the others had been. She stopped to inspect the rocks for mussels then turned for home. The water would be boiled, and Jim Hurley would be more than ready for a cup of tea after his dip in the sea this morning.
Missing life, dreaming
sane
time to tell
of a moment
insane,
as we trudge
throughout life
we’ve tamed…
i miss you!
I’m sure some piping hot tea would do Jim Hurley good after his late night swim in the cold oce… oops, don’t want to let that slip out, do we? Very well done.
Thanks Trent. I’m not saying I endorse rough justice, just writing a story about it 🙂
Yep, understand
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Sounds like a complicit cuppa would be very welcome…
And some dry socks.
But of course 😉
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A nice cup of tea from an understanding and helpful neighbour will be very welcome for Jim, I’m sure! 🙂
And the police do generally like to wrap a case up, don’t they?
Oh yes!
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Luckily for Jim the police don’t seem to be too bright…(K)
He’s not in the clear, I don’t expect, unless there is local conspiracy of silence.
Good for her 💜
You’re probably right 🙂
Yes indeed 💜
There’s a saying I’ve heard attributed to people in the state of Texas: “He needed killin’.”
Some people do, don’t they?