Fewer people came to the park these days. The leaves were changing and the wind blew colder but Audrey knew that those were just the excuses people told each other for not visiting. The real reason that the benches sat empty and the ducks were no longer fed by the waterside was because of the dead girl. Rape and murder can dampen the happiness of any location.
Audrey sat alone, gazing at the cone shaped fountain in the middle of the small pond. She’d done her job well. As lead investigator on her first homicide, she’d solved the case quickly and earned accolades from the chief and praise from her fellow detectives. The perpetrator had been caught, tried and convicted. She should be happy, but her heart weighed heavy.
The look on her face when she kicked down the door of the motel room where the murderer hid was one of shock and horror and disbelief. Her father’s face, conversely, was a visage of relief.
Audrey wept silently and not for the last time.
[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words.]
Word Count: 174