The following is in response to the Trifecta writing challenge.
Everything would have been fine if she hadn’t started screaming. It wasn’t his fault anyway. He couldn’t choose who was going to throw themselves at him. What the hell was the matter with people anyway? There used to be a day when people had morals. Decency. Now it was easier to find a two-bit whore than a “virtuous woman”. Disgusting is what it is.
The funny thing is that no one seemed to give a damn. Sure their families might wonder, but that was more a ploy to get sympathy than anything else. Half the moms were just as cheap and the dads were the one’s providing the skimpy clothes they all wore. Pathetic really…
They were asking for it. He grabbed the corners of the sheet and lifted the evidence. Careful not to touch the body which was still slightly warm. What a waste. When are people going to realize how far down society had really come. People only care about themselves. They focus on their “silent” phones which seem to scream more loudly, even when the sound is off, then the real cries of their children. They leave their little darlings in the hands of people who would rather go outside and smoke a cigarette than do what they are supposedly “called” to do. It is sick.
He wouldn’t be able to completely get rid of the body until some of the heat had died down. No one even knew she was dead yet, so the shed would be just fine for a few hours. He could take her out to the river later that night. No one would suspect him. She had been beautiful. Long, blonde hair…dimples when she smiled. Too bad she was a tramp. He had seen it in her eyes. He knew she wanted him. Her dad had probably molested her. That is why she had been so desperate for it. Or maybe her mom had prostituted her out and she didn’t know any other way. Regardless, her life would have been over either way. At least she hadn’t suffered long with him.
He looked in the mirror and straightened his collar. He glanced at his watch. No one even wears these anymore…everyone does everything with their phone. Tool of the devil. Better stop thinking about it. There’s a job to do. He climbed into his sedan and turned the radio on. As he pulled up he saw that the news vans were already there talking to the parents. Bloodsuckers, always hungry for a story. Who cares how much it hurts someone. Here it goes.
“Thank God you’re here. I don’t know if we can do this. How could she have disappeared?”
“Excuse me, the Paulson’s have already been through enough. Please give them some space.”
Father Joshua is it true that you saw the child only yesterday? How could a 6-year-old be separated from the group? Isn’t this the 3rd disappearance among church members? Will your congregation be helping with the search efforts? Do you think she is still alive?
“Please! No further questions!” low-life vipers…