Friday, January 29, 2016

The End is Nigh

The Writing Prompt for today is:   The End is Nigh


The End is Nigh
"Where is this one at", I asked Jonesy as I walked in the door. Around me, uniformed officers were milling around the room opening drawers, digging under mattresses, looking behind pictures on the wall. They were speaking in hushed tones to each other as if they were trying not to disturb somebody. I counted 10 before a flash of light blinded my vision. I stopped and blink my eyes hard a few times, trying to regain my vision. "Dammit, Milbourne, you could at least give us a warning before you attempt to destroy our eyesight."

"Sorry boss, won't happen next time", he said with a grin moved so we can get another angle. The flashes from his camera seemed to be focused on the gaping closet on the other side of the room. With him and the other uniforms moving around I could not get a clear vision of what was in the closet.

"So Jonesy, what do we have this time? Jealous husband, jealous John, for your common run of the mill snatch and grab?" There had been an increase in the number of homicides in the neighborhood recently and I assumed this case would be just another one to add to the rolls.

Jonesy stopped taking notes in his little notebook and looked up at me with a look of uncertainty. Then his eyes turned towards the dark shape of the closet. He blinked at me a few times as if trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words. "This one, detective, you are going to have to see for yourself."

"What the hell does that mean Jonesy?"

He made me wait through another with pause, words seemed difficult for him tonight. He placed his notebook in the breast pocket of his coat, delaying tactic, and then he cleared his throat. "Well, detective, this one is…different."

"How so?" He and I did rarely performed grammatical ballet such as this.

"Well you know the others, they were just simple stabbings or your average shooting, you know we can tell what happened from the wounds on the victim. This one…" His voice drained of strength until it no longer came.

I lowered my gaze and stared at him hard. Jonesy is rarely at a loss for words. Most nights, I cannot get the guy to shut up but tonight he was flustered. At the same time I was starting to find this exchange tiresome..

"Detective, you just going to have to see it. Her…it is just gone, I can't figure out how."

"Gone?" I asked and push past him. If he wasn't going to tell me I was just going to have to see myself. I was one step past Jonesy when Milbourne fired his camera flash again and blind me. My world turned white again, I let out a slow loud exhale and took another step, coming to the door frame. It took a few moments with my vision started to return and I focused into the dark gaping maw of the closet.

Laying on her back was the body of a beautiful woman. Her knees had been pulled up so her feet were flat on the floor. I guessed she was beautiful, her shapely body was all I could see. Above the shoulders was out of the light coming into the closet and hidden by the thick shadows. From her clothing I could tell that she had money, the black dress was particularly noteworthy as being well made and expensive. Scattered across her chest and along her left arm, which stretched out side of the closet door, were rose petals. The vibrant color of the petals made a stark comparison to the inky black dress and her skin which I noticed now was a milky, white color.

Jonsesy give me some light over here. Jones grab the lamp off of the nightstand next to the bed and carried it over towards the closet. The light danced and cast shadows at strange angles across the room as it passed the uniforms and came to me. As he approached the closet more and more of her body came into view,, the shoulders and then...

And that is when I saw her head was missing.

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This story was written in about nine minutes, a little over the target but who is going to stop when they are on a roll? I had to go back and edit in the quotes and such as my dictation app does not capture those.
Word count: 667

About the 8 Minute Writing Prompt:
The 8MWH is a habit forming program where your aim is to simply write something for eight minutes straight each day, over time this will become a habit. The goal is to provide practice with writing and thus make you a better writer who can put words on paper easier. I plan on posting a short phrase and image each day in the morning and later that evening posting my story. Due to the time limit these will often be incomplete or possibly even suck. 
If you would like to join me, post wherever you like and add #8MWH to your post. Please remember that your stories can be about anything and the writing prompt may be a title, a phrase in the story, or heck, not even used at all in the story. It is meant to serve as nothing more than an inspiration.

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