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  https://humannatureconcepts.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/if-words-could-kill-part-1/  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 her.photo-79

“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!


2 Responses to “If Words Could Kill – Part 1”

  1. Jerilyn Willin: Speaker, Writer, Coach May 16, 2013 at 8:17 pm #

    Reblogged this on Jerilyn Willin: Speaker, Writer, Coach and commented:
    I’m re-blogging this post from Human Nature Concepts ’cause I am intrigued by the story AND because I want SpeakerWriterCoach to spotlight other writers. Hope you will take a read and then come back next Thursday for the exciting conclusion…or maybe I am assuming…Linda never says there are only two parts!

    • lindabkatz May 17, 2013 at 10:07 am #

      Thanks and so glad you can share my writing on your successful blog. And yes, there really are only 2 parts.

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