Kitchiwank looked like a picture book town. Big oak and maple trees lined the street, the mailman was known by everyone and he knew every dog, There was only one cop and his deputy. When they found the body, everyone knew in five minutes. Down by the river, it was a man, no, a woman. Murdered, no drowned. Eaten by animals or not or mutilated or not. Lots of officiousness on River St., yellow tape and flashing lights and serious expressions as half the town waited and watched.
When they came out with the body of a huge buck, killed by a lion, we all smiled ruefully at our silly conjectures.
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I really liked all of your pieces this week - I noticed that already you were doing more with scene, more with things happening outside of your head. This one here is really excellent. There's a terrific voice, a certain ironic tone. I love the way you use the negation, i.e. Murdered, no drowned. It's so economical, yet it tells us so much. Terrific work!
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