Word Count 100
“Nothing good can happen on a day like today”, I think to myself as a look out the window. “Cold and wet”. I’m holding a steaming hot mug of black coffee, my first for the day. “Footprints and tyre tracks don’t hold in slush”.
The call comes over the radio. “Sarge, better head over to Marion’s place first. Officers are on the scene and the ME is on the way. Marion’s sister Doris was found stiff as a board in the driveway. Shot dead. Marion said she didn’t even know Doris was coming”. An appropriate start to such a morning.