200 words precisely…

for Sunday Photo Fiction

 

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She looked on from a distance, dressed to blend with the dismal surroundings.

A column of grieving mourners snaked its way through the graveyard.  As the procession came to a halt, the ornate coffin was lowered to the ground and a priest muttered a few comforting words.  Two children clung to their expressionless mother.  Some dabbed their eyes, most just stood and stared. 

Still, she stood and watched.

Paul Peters had been the perfect father and a loving husband.  Why would he take his own life?  Nobody understood. 

But she did. 

They had no idea he’d led a double life.  A life with someone else.  He’d hidden it from both parties until she uncovered his duplicitous ways.  

He was discovered in the wood, suspended from a tree, head hung in shame.  In his pocket, a note.  Sorry, it said.  But it wasn’t suicided at all.  No, it was a well-executed plan.

She watched as the mourners wandered away then she removed her sunglasses.  Her finger hovered above the screen of her mobile.  As the wife approached the black limo she tapped the glass.

‘DCI Jones to all units’ she shouted.  ‘Arrest Sally Peters for murder and Molly Jones for conspiracy to commit murder’.

 

 

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lady-in-white-colbyThanks to Donna for hosting and Colby Renee for the photo.

 

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15 thoughts on “200 words precisely…

  1. DB McNicol Oct 20, 2019 / 15:37

    Wow! Great one…I was feeling sad, then BAM, you made me sit up and smile.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Christine Goodnough Oct 20, 2019 / 23:46

    So his two world collided and vengeance rained down on him. You did a good job of concealing who the watcher was; I was sure she’d be his #2.

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