The Silence of the Night! 329 words
By Denzella
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The Silence of the Night! 329 words
A gunshot sliced through the silence of the night. A woman fell to the ground. Lights went on. People looked out of windows. No one came. No one was prepared to take the risk. The gunman might still be out there.
Someone phoned the police. They came. Droves of them…lights flashing. They stood looking down at the woman’s body. One checked her pulse. He shook his head. Another one in a white suit and boots took photos from every angle. They kept people from the street. Eventually an ambulance took the body away. The police returned to the station and all was quiet once again.
The people at their windows turned off the lights and went back to bed. Normality returned.
The next morning the police came back. They took statements. They made notes. They searched sheds and outhouses. They went to lunch. One had a ham roll. One had just a cup of tea. One went for a bag of chips. They came back. They took more statements. They searched more sheds and outhouses. They finished their shift. They went home. Normality returned.
Two weeks later a gunshot sliced through the silence of the night. A man fell to the ground. Lights went on. People looked out of windows. No one came. No one was prepared to take the risk. The gunman might still be out there.
Someone phoned the police. They came. Droves of them…lights flashing. They stood looking down at the man’s body. One checked his pulse. He shook his head. Another one in a white suit and boots took photos from every angle. They kept people from the street. Eventually an ambulance took the body away. The police returned to the station and all was quiet once again.
The people at their windows turned off the lights and went back to bed. In the morning there would be questions. Normality returned.
Such is life on the Orchard Park Estate!
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Loved this, Moya, and in some
Loved this, Moya, and in some ways could identify...being 'brung up' on a South London council estate from the age of eleven.
The writing style you have chosen here works admirably. Great stuff...and to the point - no messing;-)
Tina;-)
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Clever stuff Moya. It
Clever stuff Moya. It sounded depressingly like Croydon. Hope your are having a good weekend, it's been pouring here. Gets me off cutting the grass though.
Linda
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Sounds like my kind of town
Sounds like my kind of town Moya! Well written and has a deep hidden message for us all...
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