The Mundane Murders

It was a small town in Massachuttes, named Seaside, where the waves broke on the shores of this coastal town which was nestled between two larger cities. It seemed quiet for the most part, but there was darkness looming in the salty air, of this otherwise righteous town.

Residents went into Fratchers, which was the main grocery store, and picked up the groceries they needed, and exchanged pleasantries with their neighbors without ever discussing the events that were occurring down the road, in the gloomy eyesore, that no one seemed to want to talk about.

It was a park of mostly mobile homes, and within these limits, lied the darkest of the darkest. No one seemed to recongnize its danger, unless you were confronted by one of its residents. There was exactly thirty-one residents of this park of crime. They mostly stayed to themselves, unless they had an incident, and then even law enforcement, went in reluctantly. It was also a place of racial divide, having minorities and illegals living amongst them, which isn't good in today's world.

People came and went in this little town, population 1,000 plus the 31, without a care in the world, and that is why most residents came to Seaside, to escape the problems of the world. That is what the residents of this small sleepy town managed to do, until one of their residents, disappeared right in middle of one bright sunny Spring morning

She didn't come from the dark area, but from the affluent area known to be the safest place in town, although most of the area of this 1,000 residents was known to be safe. You could walk out in the evenings for a stroll, and you could sit on the benches by the sea, in the early morning or late evening to catch a breath of the sea air, and enjoy the breath taking scenery without being threatened.

The residents were concerned about Eileen Cavasta, but they really didn't want to give up their peacefulness of the sleepy little seaside community.So they went about their business like usual. They might have touched on the subject, that the bright lights of the law enforcement vehicles bought into focus, but they scoffed at the idea, that she was missing, and preferred to think that she had gone to visit family.

That is until black cars pulled up in front of Eillen's house and men in suits got out, and they put yellow tape up around her entire house. Still that evening, the residents, mostly retired and elderly sat on the benches by the sea, and discussed anything but the men in suits. They preferred not to think about anything that tarnished their utopia.

One day, the men in suits were seen going door to door disturbing the perfect balance of this seaside town, and people flocked to the benches to avoid them, or could be seen driving out of their driveway to side step the men in suits. No one wanted to talk about the park of darkness or a disturbance in the status quo. No one at all.

A familiar car pulled up in front of Eileen's house, and it was recongnized by the local's as Eileen's family members. You see, Eileen was once seated by the rest of her neighbors on the benches by the sea. She was distrubingly missing.

The dodge and stroll continued, but the men in suits were very determined, and one day they caught Ben Trimage when he was walking to the benches. He tried to avoid talking to them, but they said either he could answer their questions here or down at the FBI office.

Ben, told him that no one had seen Eileen, since the day before they told him she disappeared. She took her spot on the bench by sea, and everyone that lived there, moved there for the same reason. - Peace and Quiet.

The men in suits asked Ben, if he knew anything about the park, and he told them, residents just ignored that they were there. He said they stayed to themselves, and that was good enough for them. Life went on as usual.

When the one man in a suit, who identified himself, as Agent Filmore, said they were investigating a possible murder.

Ben thought to himself, as he walked to the benches by the sea. he thought to himself:

Murder, it such a mundane word.........

We fascinated by it..............

Horrified because of it.........

Mystified by the who done it syndrome..............

However, not today.................

His thought drifted away, as he took his rightful seat on the bench by the sea, and watched the waves break on the shore.