They parked their car not far from the yellow tape. They all came down one after the other.They walked to the scene and were greeted by the investigating team and paramedics, "good day, Sirs.""Good day," they responded as they looked around feigning to be pained. The atmosphere was tense, it looked gloomy and screamed the death of a loved one."Where's my friend?" the shortest of the men shout, sounding broken. He rushes to go beyond the tape but was stopped and instructed not to go in unless he was in overalls and gloves.They were all given overalls and gloves and they all went in. Everywhere looked sad and shoved all of their memorable times in their faces.The dead bodies were already in coats and on stretchers and they were already being moved out.The shortest of the three men notices a reporter close to him and said audibly, "I can't believe it! I can't believe Ben actually went through with his horrible plan, little wonder poor Pamela ran away".The reporter, just as intend
Rye, East Sussex, England.5:00AMIt was morning again, another day to go out there and work his ass off. He sighed, content as wiped his body dry from his bath. Yes, he works his ass off and his efforts are never in vain.He's a hard worker and so is his wife and they make enough to send their only child to school and still be able to eat the three square meal and still have some change left.Mr Jones looked up at the wall clock, it was 5:00AM. He needs to be at the river early if he intends to get good catches or any catch at all.He put on his t-shirt that was already ironed and laid out by his wife. It smelt fresh and clean as he put it on, he inhaled its fresh smell.He knew he had the best woman as his wife. Ellen, his wife, was humble to the core, caring, and smart. He could scarcely remember meeting any woman who is as kind and giving as her. Ellen would give her front teeth to feed a starving dog. Yeah, that was how caring she was.Mr. Jones's smile grew wider as he thought
"What is this? Jones, what have you brought home?" Mr Jones had already parked the car closer to the house. He got out of his car and he was trying to calm his furious wife.For a while there, he forgot how furious his wife could be. She rarely gets angry but whenever she does, it was always so fiery and fiesty."Calm down, mi amor, calm down." "Jones! you can't be serious right now.""Let me explain, ait?""What is there to explain? You brought home a dead body!""She's not dead!" He added immediately, gesturing with her hands that she should lower her voice but she seemed to not understand the sign she loved to use when Thomas was still a baby."That girl could be dead for all I know!" "Lower your voice, senorita. The neighbors might hear.""They'll eventually know what's going on by the time the bobbies come banging on our door and cuff our hands behind our back!""Look, honey," he gently gripped her shoulder and tried to make her understand,"she's alive, I'm sure of it. I check
"Ahhhhh" Ellen, Mr. Jones' wife, continued to scream loudly as her husband cussed.He had jerked back as his wife bumped into him, causing the hot water in the bucket she held poured on him."Shit! Shit! Shit!" He muttered repeatedly as he felt a tiny burn and then rushed to the bathroom.Ellen stopped screaming and ran after him, apologizing profusely, "I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry, honey. I had no idea you were coming." She rambled on as he removed his shirt, "I called you and you didn't answer so I just assumed you didn't hear me."Her husband poured cold water on his chest, and winced a little, "I'm so sorry," she repeated."It's alright, dear. It wasn't really hot since you know, you already mixed it.""Still," she pouted, "I'm sorry, is there a burn? Does it hurt?" She asked as she checked his chest for any scald."Honestly it's cool. It already cooled before I even got here," he shrugged, "I guess I panicked unnecessarily"."I'm so sorry," she said again and wrapped her hands
Just as she stepped out of the room she went straight to the laundry room to dump the sneakers and purse in the laundry basket.She then walked out and went to the kitchen where she started to cut the fish into fillets and rinse them. Few minutes later, her husband sauntered into the kitchen looking like he just got out of the shower, which he admitted to."You're done cleaning the car." She commented."Yeah," he affirmed as he looked around the kitchen. "What can I help you with?" She looked around too, "umm, nothing, just watch and learn," she said, smirking at him.He rolled his eyes, "oh puh-lease, I can cook too."She raised her eyebrow, "whatever", he said chuckling. "Oh, Tye called. He said he'll soon be here"."Alright," she nodded as she rinsed the fish fillets again."I just really hope she'll survive it.""Me too, his wife," his wife sighed.Just then, the doorbell rang."That must be him," Mr Jones said as he walked out of the kitchen to go get the door."Hey man! Thank
Ellen flinched back in fear as she opened the door."Hello," the person at the door greeted in an unusual accent waving her hand like a kid."Hello, Mrs. Mi," she answered, releasing her grasp on the vase. It was their weird small slim red-headed neighbour that moved in seventeen months ago. Well, she was more creepy than weird; though sometimes, it's in a funny way. Ellen had looked through the peephole of the door before opening the door but she didn't see anyone. Only for her to open the door and almost immediately, Mrs Mi jumped out.Yeah, she's a grown up yet she acts like a kid and that screams weird!"Hello,'' Mrs. Mi said again, her surprisingly white set of teeth on full display. "Hello," she answered again, trying to maintain the smile on her face.Every normal person would have said whatever they came for but no, not Mrs. Mi. She just kept grinning and staring at her.Ellen grinned back, "uhh, how may I help you, Mrs Mi?" "Oh! There's nothing at all," she started in her
Just as they were talking, one of the nurses rushed out. She was in so much haste that they couldn't even stop her to ask about the situation.Immediately, another ran out. They quickly stood up and tried to ask her what was happening. "There's an emergency, we need more equipment and we aren't even sure she'll make it," she said in a rush with no emotion as she steadily and quickly walked out."The hell?" Jones yelled out after the nurse."Jones! Lower your voice. We're in the hospital." Ellen cautioned, "but that was really blunt," she finished, close to tears."Are nurses even supposed to relay such information?" He said as he tried to comfort his wife who stood aside, teary eyed, "it's alright, honey, she'll definitely make it. She seems like a fighter."."Definitely!" looking up at the hospital's ceilings, she continued, "she'll definitely make it! We'll just have to be patient and wait for the doctor," she said and her husband led her to the chair in front of the ward he had e
There was good news and there was good food. Giselle has been moved to her ward, and true to Dr. Tye's words, it was a private ward and only a limited number of people were allowed in.Doctor Tye had shyly accepted the food Ellen offered him after he came back from successfully helping bring a new life to the world.Though Giselle was still unconscious, the Jones' were happy to see her looking better. At least she was now breathing slightly.She was now looking less pale; her color had come back, she was looking more alive. Her bruises and wounds were also looking very well kept."She's beautiful," Ellen said in awe.Mr Jones nodded, "not as beautiful as you, though".Ellen blushed. "I'll go change now," Mr Jones said to his wife as he walked to the restroom in the wardroom. "Alright," Ellen nodded.He was leaving the hospital. It was dawn, another time the fishes were easily and plentifully caught. He would sell them in the night market. The night market was always more profitable