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If Words could kill – Part 2

18 May

The conclusion to ‘If words could kill”.  Be sure sure read part 1 first!  enjoy!

The sound of the shower shook Angela awake at 9:00 the next morning.  She eased into wakefulness whispering her mantra of ‘be cool’ to herself as Michael bent to kiss her nose as he dried himself.

“You know I love this – I love you.  Just not anything more, “ he reminded her nose-to-nose as he slid beside her for a last hug.

She nodded, burying her face in his neck so he couldn’t see her tears.  Both cell phones seemed to ring simultaneously shattering their intimate comfort into individual shards of reality.

“See you at the scene, “ Michael misted her lips with a kiss, stumbling simultaneously for his phone and into his pants.

Snuggling deeper, Angela covered her head with the comforter, assigning her tears spokesman for her emotions.

Forty-nine minutes later, she stood with Stella as they surveyed the crumpled body of a young woman blocking the aisle in Women’s at Mayhill Department Store’s ‘early bird biggest sale of the year’.  It was hard to tell if the shocked look on her face had to do with the armload of sale dresses she was clutching like gold, or, something else.  Her right thumb was still on the screen of her phone.

“Are you okay?” Stella hissed as she snapped pictures while Angela determined the time and possible clues to this seemingly ‘unnatural’ death.

“Same old:  I love him, I want him, I can’t have him,” Angela sighed before standing to signal it was okay to bring the body back to the lab.

“Heart attack.  Body’s still warm.  I say she dropped between 8 and 8:30 a.m. and died instantly.  Natural causes as far as I can tell.  Unusual but not unheard of for a young, seemingly healthy woman, but I’ll know more once I’ve opened the body,” Angela shared her preliminary findings with Michael and his partner Sean who had joined them in the aisle.

Donnery looked up from the email that was hogging his attention.   He looked exhausted.  Much more so than when he’d left her apartment less than an hour ago.  Catching her eye, he directed, “Test for chemicals, drugs. Something.  Anything on the dresses.  We’ll keep checking here at the scene.  This appears to be the centennial shopping death this month.  We have a world-wide phenomenon on our hands.”

“Good ideas since none of these dresses are ‘to die for’, that’s for sure,” Stella quipped as she packed up the items for further testing in the lab.  She noticed the first sign of an authentic smile on Angela’s face that morning, and gave her a little hip knock as she passed on the way out.

By three that afternoon the two sat in the morgue, sipping mochas as they evaluated the data.

“Drugs on clothes?” Stella asked.


“Drugs in body?”


“Evidence of strychnine dart or other foul play?

“Nope – though at least then this would make some sense.  Just like those other ‘shop till you drop’ deaths there is absolutely no sign of anything.”

“Too weird.  There’s something here we’re not seeing that’s for sure.  Hey, did you notice this purple washed silk wrap?  It would look GREAT on you.”  Stella held the dress up to Angela to observe.

Glaring, Angela couldn’t help but laugh as she answered, “You’re a bit of a psycho you know that?  But yea, I love this one.  This woman had great taste that’s for sure.”  Fingering the highly textured fitted bodice, she added, “not that I would have anywhere to wear this.”

“So what are you going to do about him?”  Stella put down her clipboard before turning to face her friend.

“I don’t know.  I mean, what can I do other than cut my losses and move on.”

“Can you move on?  Really?”

“Do I have any other choice?”

“Well, you ALWAYS have a choice.  And then there’s always that message app I was showing you last night.  Let him know what you think!”  Stella giggled while reaching for her phone.

“What?  That I love him and know I can’t have him?  Not even I can handle being that pathetic!”

“Geez, like he doesn’t know that.  And where has that gotten you?  No!  You have other things to say!”  Stella extended the screen so Angela could see.  “Look:  It’s called the ‘flip ‘em’ app:  Flip his/her mind and get it all out.  Messages sent anonymously and fade from the phone within 30 seconds like a whisper in an ear.  Go ahead and unnerve your recipient like they’ve unnerved you!”

Angela slackly held her mocha cup, her face in a forced half-smile.

Stella urged her on, “ so what would you say to flip this fool?”

“I don’t know, maybe, “Go take a flying leap off a stairwell, Idiot,” Angela’s voice and face betrayed her discomfort.

“Ha!  Would it make you feel better to see his face as he thought of that guy we found yesterday?”  Stella leaned forward, her voice raised in excitement.

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

“Well, he’d certainly think you flipped – at least your thoughts of him.  Say the word and I’ll shoot this text off to him.”

Angela sighed, her body expressing the weariness her heart carried over her lukewarm love affair.  “I guess it can’t do any harm, right?  Just unnerve him?”

Beside her, Stella tapped furiously filling in the information.  “Okay, when do you want it sent?  4 p.m.?  An hour from now?”

Angela shrugged, “sure, why not.  It’ll be fun to see what he has to say about it at the bar tonight.”

The two went back to finishing the examination of the body and bagging the dresses in the evidence bag.  Focused on their own thoughts, they worked silently for the next 30 minutes, Angela nervously checking her own phone for texts or calls.

The sharp ring of the morgue phone at 3:45 startled them from their thoughts.  Angela grabbed it quickly.

“Morgue.  Byer speaking.”

She nodded while listening as she turned to the computer on the desk and connected to the worldwide tele-conference from the CDC in Atlanta.  Raising her eyebrows to signal Stella she shrugged her shoulders as they sat before the screen.

The director of the CDC stood clutching the podium, his mouth tight.  “This is an immediate alert regarding the rash of strange unexplained deaths reported from around the world.  Working around the clock accumulating data we believe we have the most surprising, bizarre cause.”  He paused to nervously sip water, his hand visibly shaking.

“Appears to be a computer virus that has mutated as messages are sent between cell phones routed through the ‘Flip ‘em” app.  Meant as a joke, the messages sent are electrically transmitted into the body of the recipient, causing the action in the text’s words.  While we’ve shut down the app, we don’t know if that will protect the recipients of already scheduled messages.

“In one minute, at 4 p.m. all cell phone communication worldwide will be shut down until we are sure this virus has been contained.”

Stella gasped as she felt a grip on her wrist.  Angela’s eyes were closed against her white face, mouth in a silent anguished ‘oh’ as her body curled inward before crumbling to the floor, clenching Stella’s forearms tight.

In the background, the CDC director droned on, “shop till you drop – DEAD; eat shit and DIE; step on a crack and break your mother’s back; Go take a flying leap; Hope your heart dies little by little till it breaks; Go…”

Meanwhile, at the scene of a crime, Michael Donnery stopped on the third floor landing to check his phone.


If Words Could Kill – Part 1

16 May

Just for fun!  Here’s part 1 of a short story that definitely all about our human nature!  Stay tuned for part 2 next Thursday.  Please share the link  for this story and tell me what you think!  Enjoy!

It was hard not to look away even while guessing what had once gone where. Medical Examiner (ME) Angela Byer delicately knelt on the stair feeling for a pulse in the mangled mess.   Unable to suppress the smile that lit her face, she looked up as the homicide detective snapped on gloves before bending down beside

“What do you think?  An accident?”  Michael Donnery leaned over to survey the snap of the victim’s neck.

“That’s the strange part.  The severity of the fall would point to murder, yet there is no evidence of foul play.  I’ll know more after the autopsy.  He’s still clutching his phone if you want to check it for clues.”  Angela’s body snapped into an erect and professional stance while making way for Donnery to remove the device.

“I know it shouldn’t surprise me, but this is the fourth body we’ve had to pry a phone off this week alone.  Can’t anyone live – or die – without one these days?”  The whole forensic team gathered to move the body and look for evidence laughed guiltily at Donnery’s observation while absent-mindedly checking pockets for their own stowed photo-78devices.

Continue checking for evidence and I’ll let you know what the victim has to say in a few hours,” Angela tried to lock eyes with the detective as he continued up the stairs to join the rest of the team.

Sure, keep me posted,” Donnery called without a glance while Stella, the CSI agent snapping pictures stopped long enough to notice the ME’s smile slide into a straight line.

“He does get preoccupied doesn’t he?” Stella reassured Angela.

“Whatever.  Let me know when you’re finished so we can move the body.”  Angela didn’t want to talk about it, not even to Stella, her girl’s night out dancing buddy.

Rolling her eyes, Stella focused on the body before her while feeling a part of her friend die beside her.

Angela was glad to focus her energy on cause of death a few hours later.  Scraping nails, searching every inch of the body for bruising, and analyzing stomach contents for foul play added to the challenge of determining just how the deceased, Charlie F. had bounded down the stairs to such a gruesome death.

She was making her final assessments as Donnery walked in, slipping on glasses and a gown.  She felt her body warm 10 degrees as his shoulder rubbed her to view the body.

“Any evidence this wasn’t an accident?”

Stepping away to keep her cool, she shook her head  ‘no’, before asking, “ Anything at all from the scene?  From the phone?”

“No.  Nothing.  Again.”  Donnery slumped down on the stool beside her, the bags beneath his eyes a shade lighter than the blue gown covering the victim.  “I know people die.  I know accidents happen.  But this is the tenth victim this month alone with no apparent cause of death.  Or should I say no readily explainable cause.  Charlie here could have been an accident – if he was prone to taking swan dives to reach the bottom of the stairs.”

“But this guy’s in good company.  The whole county, in fact the whole country has had an upswing of mystery deaths over the last month.  A paper in Ogwa is reporting aliens as perps for their unexplained dead.  Think about it, twenty people in NYC dropped dead in Times Square alone last week.  Fifteen people jumped off bridges in Portland, Chicago, Philadelphia and Milwaukie.  Then there was the guy who seemed to choke on his own shit.  It’s weird.” Michael laughed – almost.

Angela ran her hand over his brush cut, feeling the cool, fine hairs skim her palm as soothing as a kitten.  The thought brought a smile to her face before igniting Michael’s own.

“Um, I know we haven’t talked about it, about us, but…”

“No, it’s okay, really,” Angela quickly took the offense.

“No, I just want you to know I care for you, but like I said before, I can’t handle more than this.  I want to know if you are okay with casual.  If you can handle it?”

Preparing the body for storage captured Angela’s attention.  “Sure.  I’m good.  See you later?”

“Over a beer, right.”

Part 2 next Thursday!  See you then!