Morning all and welcome to Friday. This morning I am afraid I thought some rather nasty thoughts in the direction of my alarm clock. A few more hours of sleep would have been nice. For some reason I was never able to figure out, I woke up completely around 2 am and couldn’t get back to sleep until after 4:30. Unfortunately the alarm did not give way to my threats. So the day begins. At least it will be a quiet at home weekend. Once Friday is complete anyway. So lets get started on Friday shall we? Let the final prompt of the week commence!
I think this could be an interesting murder mystery. I may have to circle back and think about it some more. But over all, it isn’t a bad way to end the week.
Friday, June 10th: He observed it all through a gap in the fence.
He observed it all through a gap in the fence. The problem was what to do with what he saw. Did he forget what he saw? This he try to figure out what exactly was going on by himself or did he tell someone? He stayed hidden in place until everyone on the other side of the fence left. Until the lights were turned out and silence reigned.
Then when he was certain he was unobserved, he carefully backed away from the fence and made his way back to his house. His plan had been to check on the flower seeds he planted along the fence line, not to soy on his neighbors. He was bent down, close to the earth trying to figure out which of the tiny green sprouts might correspond to which of the flower seeds he scattered. He used seven different packets hoping for a variety cascading all down the property line. The problem was that even though all of the flowers were different, all of the seeds that were sprouting looked exactly the same. He wasn’t sure if one of the seed types simply germinated earlier than the others or if one type of seed dominated and crushed out all the others or even if at this stage all of the flowers that he planted looked the same.
He dismissed thoughts of the flowers for the moment. Johnny reached his front stoop and sat down to think. The motion sensor light clicked on bathing him in a yellow glow. As he bent down he heard voices. They were clandestine and trying to whisper. They seemed close so he looked up and found himself looking through the fence.
He meant to stand or otherwise announce his presence, but through the slight hole in the fence where the boards had warped and parted he saw the four of them carrying a bag. It was a trash bag, or really several trash bags he supposed. It looked like they had to overlap the bags to fit whatever was in it inside. He knew that they had been doing a lot of planting this spring and their frenzy of planting was what had inspired his own attempt at a flowered border. Wondering what they were planting now, he watched and saw a hand slip out from inside the overlapped trash bags.
It looked like a woman’s hand. The nails were painted blue and silver. Most of the nails were blue with silver dots but the nail of the ring finger was painted silver with a blue tip. On her ring finger was a ring with a large silver flower, a large blue stone in the center. The ring looked familiar but he couldn’t place it.
The four carrying the bag realized the hand was coming out. There was swearing and shuffling and the hand was tucked back in as they shuffle stepped to the back of the property. There where there was a hole dug ready for the foundation of the new gazebo they planned to add, they set the bags down. A couple of the men climbed into the hole and took out the netting of rebar. Shovels were passed, a deeper hole dug, the body placed inside and the hole covered back up. He watched them smooth over the dirt and put the rebar into place. Once of the women asked what they needed to do next. The other woman told them that they needed to clean the house making sure no fingerprints or DNA remained.
“No one can know Jilly was even here,” she hissed. The four of them agreed and they scurried back into the house.
Johnny hadn’t known any of them. His neighbor Dan was gone for the week and Dan mentioned that his nephew would be stopping by to take care of the house and supervise the concrete pour but that was all the information he had. In the growing darkness Johnny sat on his stoop and wondered why the ring looked so familiar. And what he needed to do now.
Ten til Midnight 