Two months have passed.
The sun is high in the sky, the grass makes a crunching sound when you walk through it. The flies are more of a nuisance than usual.
The detective walks up the porch, maybe it's the way his face is set that we just know it isn't good news.
"We need someone to identify the body."
He says body like, he thinks it isn't Eve. He knows that it must be her though. The kids can't see this though. The body is decomposed, and they're not even sure if she'll be able to tell if it's Eve or not.
That's right.
He's detaching himself from the situation.
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I am Eve
PoetryA stolen sisters story. This is a very short story about a stolen sister. February 14, in Victoria (Canada) they hold a March to bring awareness to the community. Is this story true, is it false? I will not be answering questions about this story...
