Under a sheet

What’s under the tarp? North Vancouver, 2018

What’s under the tarp? North Vancouver, 2018

Writing Prompt No. 113

“What the…?” Luke knelt down and picked up a corner of the bedsheet.

Serena dropped the knife she was holding. It clattered to the floor the noise making Luke turn around with surprise.

“Jesus, Serena,” he said.

“What’re we going to do?” Serena’s hands were shaking. She clutched them around her body one arm folded over the other.

“First of all…” Luke paused. “Wait. What do you mean, what’re WE going to do?”

Serena knelt down and prodded at the big toe of the body that lay underneath the sheet. A heavy blood red stain was seeping through the weave of Egyptian cotton.

“It wasn’t my fault,” she said. “She came at me with an axe.”

“Jesus,” said Luke, shaking his head. “You just killed our sister.”

Serena bent forward kneeling over the body. She let out a scream so ancient and primal a chill crawled over Luke’s skin. His radio buzzed.

“Constable Taylor? We have reports coming in of screaming out on 14th going east. Do you copy?”

Adrenaline was buzzing through Luke’s body like wildfire. Serena’s screaming was penetrating his skull. His radio buzzed again.

“Constable Taylor? Do you copy?”

Luke surveyed the room around him. Serena moved forwards and backwards over the body, mouth open, voice silent. There was the knife thick with fresh blood lying beside her. There was the body, the body of his sister, their sister laying underneath the sheet. He bent down and patted Serena on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said before turning and walking out the door.

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