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MurderVerse

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By David ParhamPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
MurderVerse
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Blood smeared across the kitchen floor,

Our day starts when yours ends.

Easy job, right?

Get our stories straight;

He had a routine, a pattern

A new day

Gina@PD

You're free to go.

Empty parking lot 10.00 pm

In theaters everywhere.

I was just a kid, twelve maybe

Case closed for now.

Lund and Langmore 4738 E. Rahway Road

On the street away from L&L, she could breathe again.

Small storefront, black curtains in the window

Outside an office bathed in light.

Doris Bozall 2005 - 2022

The call came in around eleven-thirty am.

Second verse: My love discovered, uncovered, and examined from head to toe. Is she a maple, spruce, or oak? Their invading hands will never know.

Det. Palawant parked his unmarked off the road behind other squad cars.

But has mysteries I must not let it keep.

***

Seven scraps of paper laid out on his desk

Each one is evidence in a different murder case

Seven cases in all

Each body found somewhere along Lois Lane,

Unsolved.

Were there any more undiscovered others buried out on Lois Lane,

Deep in the forest but just off the road.

He didn't know, didn't want to guess.

He looked at the seven scraps laid out on his desk.

he had each line memorized,

All seven,

Like a good actor.

***

"Boss those two guys are waiting."

The hunters,

The guys who made the grisly discovery,

"Of the sticking out hand or is it the hand sticking out?"

"Write, 'hand Protruding from the earth,' on the report.

Palawant takes a sip of coffee.

"Are they here to lend us a hand, the hunters?"

Palawant is looking through the one-way glass into the interrogation room.

"They came in voluntarily, sir."

No lawyers?

They must be pretty confident.

"Pretty upset, sir, we confiscated their guns."

Hunting out of season.

Palawant took another sip of coffee.

"Are they friends, brothers, cousins, what?"

Father and son.

Put the son in a separate room.

***

With the stage set the good actor, armed with his lines, entered the room.

"Good afternoon, George. Hazelett is it?"

"Yes sir."

Would you like an attorney present?

I got nothing to hide.

I have seven statements.

Okay.

First statement: Fat cow and small favors

"What's that mean?" Asked George

Number two: You no look like whore but...

But what?

Palawant shrugs.

Three: U, letter U, tmpt me 2, number two, death.

George said U tempt me 2 death?

Four. U R 4bid-n fruit. I not worthy

Five: Soft, Fresh, and Cold 2 me. M follows S

Six: Only wanted 2 talk 2 U

Seven: Go Cornhuskers

George said, this some kind of test?

No.

George says, I didn't hear, 'you're under arrest,' so we good?

You didn't commit the crime, George.

George said, no kidding.

Your free to go.

***

A new day

I was just a kid, twelve maybe

Gina@PD

Easy job right?

Get our stories straight

Words are everything

Blood smeared across the kitchen floor

Lund and Langmore 4738 E. Rahway Road

Small storefront, black curtains in the window

You're free to go

Words mean everything

Out on the street away from L&L she could breathe again.

Doris Bozell 2005 -2022

Go Cornhuskers

Empty parking lot 10.00 pm

Fat cow and small favors

You no look like whore but...

Deep in the forest but just off the road

Has mysteries that must not be kept

U R 4bid-n fruit. I not worthy

Words are everything

Only wanted 2 talk 2 U

Soft, Fresh, and Cold 2 me. M follows S

U tempt me 2 death

My love was discovered, uncovered, and examined from head to toe. Is she a maple, spruce, or oak? Their invading hands will never know.

Words are everything.

The call came in around eleven-thirty am.

Our day starts when yours ends.

He had a routine, a pattern

Det. Palawant parked his unmarked off the road behind other squad cars.

Later

Outside the office bathed in light

Palawant tried to put it all together

Small clues

Words are everything.

Johnny types late into the night

Dealing in thoughts and sentence fragments

Like shrapnel

In theaters everywhere

You are free to go

Case closed.

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About the Creator

David Parham

Writer, Filmmaker, Digital artist.

The ever Changing Complexities of Life, Fear, Mysteries and Capturing that which may not be there Tomorrow.

Complex, Change, Fear, Mystery, Tomorrow & Capture. Six reasons I write.

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