I remember answering the phone call from work like the proverbial ‘like it was yesterday’
I was on holiday break at the time so to be called by my work was curious. This did not prepare me for the news.
Not a twinge.
Sandra has been murdered.
Sandra had been murdered.
My psyche walloped me hard in the frontal lobe.
The police were going to interview all her work colleagues.
“Can you come to work tomorrow” “Sure”
What the fuck do you say?
Words were crap.
I sat with the police officer feeling like there was little I could offer the investigation.
It was common knowledge that she had a turbulent relationship.
He was the main suspect.
My dreamdex unfiled the memory last night.
Not a nightmare, more a night gaze.
I could remember her quintessence.
Lovely, lovely girl.
Gone.© K S Hardy 2009
This is a true story. There is only one discrepancy….the name of the girl.