“The two breathing are over there.” The ME pointed to two bundles of blankets. “Teenagers. I make the boy fourteen, fifteen. The girl twelve or thirteen.”
Lenny toed the half zipped body bag. “Who’s this?”
“No ID. Two .22 close range in the temple says his prints’re in the system.”
“Let’s hope.” Lenny scanned the beach, found it devoid of anything but official vehicles. “How’d the kids get here?”
“Uniforms found ’em washed up when they came to check on the body.”
“Washed up?”
“Like human garbage. Both’re pretty beat up. Male’s got a broken leg. So far they got nothing to say.” The ME waved the EMS past the meat wagon toward the blanket bundles. “One question’s already answered.”
“Yeah,” Lenny lifted his overcoat collar, tugged at his gloves. “Nobody decides to swim the Hudson this time of year with a broken leg.”
No. Washed up bodies are a good place to start. Foreign soldiers, human trafficking escapees, canisters of death. That was a visual recall from Law & Order
I added the kids and the bad lines. I did a co-op where the washed ashore was a 100 year old very angry revenge bound ghost. I was simply joining the party since I don’t do editorial commentary these days.
> don’t do editorial commentary these days. ?
Has the acid drained from your veins? (JK) Prolly due to so much shlock, not enough patience (or hip-boots high enough).
I am sure I have read this before, but it still feels so alive an newly smelt. Perhaps my favorite scene. You be the one to write. I be the one to read and the world goes around don’t you think.
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I’m happy to see ‘tbc’ at the bottom here–have you had second thoughts? I really need to know the rest!
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I’ll see what I can do… May take a roundabout path to discovery, however.
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Yay:-)
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What did they not steal? Vow of silence… Holy Grail?!
Happy New Year!
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“The two breathing are over there.” The ME pointed to two bundles of blankets. “Teenagers. I make the boy fourteen, fifteen. The girl twelve or thirteen.”
Lenny toed the half zipped body bag. “Who’s this?”
“No ID. Two .22 close range in the temple says his prints’re in the system.”
“Let’s hope.” Lenny scanned the beach, found it devoid of anything but official vehicles. “How’d the kids get here?”
“Uniforms found ’em washed up when they came to check on the body.”
“Washed up?”
“Like human garbage. Both’re pretty beat up. Male’s got a broken leg. So far they got nothing to say.” The ME waved the EMS past the meat wagon toward the blanket bundles. “One question’s already answered.”
“Yeah,” Lenny lifted his overcoat collar, tugged at his gloves. “Nobody decides to swim the Hudson this time of year with a broken leg.”
DUUUUNNNNHHHHH! Doodle eedle doodle eedle doooooo…
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Shit, I must of channeled this. This Leonard? Never read it before, swear.
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I give up.
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No. Washed up bodies are a good place to start. Foreign soldiers, human trafficking escapees, canisters of death. That was a visual recall from Law & Order
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I added the kids and the bad lines. I did a co-op where the washed ashore was a 100 year old very angry revenge bound ghost. I was simply joining the party since I don’t do editorial commentary these days.
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> don’t do editorial commentary these days. ?
Has the acid drained from your veins? (JK) Prolly due to so much shlock, not enough patience (or hip-boots high enough).
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No one listens or improves. Everyone gets offended. Like coaching the Dallas Cowboys. Without the millionaires.
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check the gmail address I have
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Ohh snap…..
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I am sure I have read this before, but it still feels so alive an newly smelt. Perhaps my favorite scene. You be the one to write. I be the one to read and the world goes around don’t you think.
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And around and around, until we fall off.
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I’ll continue reading.
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