Saturday, October 1, 2011
The clock ticking.
"Come here" Deborah Meyer said to her daughter, holding her arms open. The two women embraced Flora could feel her mother shaking with sobs while they embraced.
"I'm so sorry" Flora said.
"It wasn't your fault my love" Her mother replied.
"Where is Dad?" Flora asked that she hadn't seen him since she left for her interview.
"He's been out walking since we got the news" Her mother said.
Officer Stevens shook his head, it had now been 5 hours since Dennis Meyer's body had been found. He had just concluded the first interview with Flora and was reviewing the notes. As it was a suicide he wasn't concerned with looking for any suspects but something about the case just didn't sit right. Why would such a good kid end it all? From what he had gleaned from his interview with the next of kin and some of his friends, he didn't seem to have any problems. He just couldn't figure it out. He yawned and stretched his arms above him and leaned back in his chair. The something that was bothering him the most was centred around Flora his sister. Why had she immediately assumed he was hinting at murder? She was definitely hiding something.
The crisp fall wind was cutting and blustery, Martin pulled his jacket collar up tightly up around his neck and ducked his head down. Ever since they had gotten the call from the police, he had been walking. Through the park, down the street, up the street, out of the park. Just thinking. He hated himself. He hated the police who had made the call. he hated the dog that found him. he hated the rope that had taken his son's life. Most of all he was furious at his some for being so fucking selfish. Why did he do that? Didn't he know how much they loved him? Didn't he know how much funeral's cost? His heart was broken he didn't know how he could go on. The clock was still ticking but there was no time passing, he was no longer going towards anything. He stifled the scream he had felt rising inside him for the past 5 hours and walked on.