Next of Kin (Champagne Challenge #135) PG
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 7:46 am
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Author's note: This conversation was written in response to the Champagne Challenge #135, "Two Hundred Fifty Spoken Words." Rated PG-13.
Next of Kin
“Who is it?”
“Officer Richard Hamilton, ma’am. LAPD.”
“Oh, my goodness! Sorry to keep you waiting, Officer. I always check, with all these hoodlums and whatnot these days. Please, come in!”
“Thank you. Uh… is your husband home, by any chance?”
“Let me go fetch him. Can I get you some iced tea?”
“No, ma’am, I…”
“Michael?”
“Yes, dear?”
“A policeman’s here to see you.”
“What’s this all about, Officer?”
“Sir, I think you and your wife had better sit down.”
“What is it?”
“What’s happened?”
“Your son, Mick, and his wife… there’s been an… incident.”
“Mick? Is he hurt?”
“We’re not sure, ma’am. They’ve gone missing. And there are signs of foul play.”
“What signs?”
“Well, there were signs of a struggle. A lot of blood.”
“Oh, no… oh, my lord.”
“Now, honey, don’t cry. I’m here.”
“Oh, god! Mick! How could this happen?”
“Please, ma’am, don’t cry. We’re doing everything we can to find them.”
“Honey, shhhhh. Officer, what can we do?”
“Let us know if you hear anything. And tell your friends and neighbors, if anyone sees him, contact the LAPD immediately.”
“Of course.”
“Do you have a list of his friends?”
“Not really. Mick… well, he left home soon after the war. We don’t see him much.”
“An address?”
“Oh, yes, let me write that down… here you go. His landlady will probably know his friends.”
“Thank you. And ma’am, I’m sorry to bring you bad news.”
“It’s not your fault, son.”
“We’ll be in touch.”
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Author's note: This conversation was written in response to the Champagne Challenge #135, "Two Hundred Fifty Spoken Words." Rated PG-13.
Next of Kin
“Who is it?”
“Officer Richard Hamilton, ma’am. LAPD.”
“Oh, my goodness! Sorry to keep you waiting, Officer. I always check, with all these hoodlums and whatnot these days. Please, come in!”
“Thank you. Uh… is your husband home, by any chance?”
“Let me go fetch him. Can I get you some iced tea?”
“No, ma’am, I…”
“Michael?”
“Yes, dear?”
“A policeman’s here to see you.”
“What’s this all about, Officer?”
“Sir, I think you and your wife had better sit down.”
“What is it?”
“What’s happened?”
“Your son, Mick, and his wife… there’s been an… incident.”
“Mick? Is he hurt?”
“We’re not sure, ma’am. They’ve gone missing. And there are signs of foul play.”
“What signs?”
“Well, there were signs of a struggle. A lot of blood.”
“Oh, no… oh, my lord.”
“Now, honey, don’t cry. I’m here.”
“Oh, god! Mick! How could this happen?”
“Please, ma’am, don’t cry. We’re doing everything we can to find them.”
“Honey, shhhhh. Officer, what can we do?”
“Let us know if you hear anything. And tell your friends and neighbors, if anyone sees him, contact the LAPD immediately.”
“Of course.”
“Do you have a list of his friends?”
“Not really. Mick… well, he left home soon after the war. We don’t see him much.”
“An address?”
“Oh, yes, let me write that down… here you go. His landlady will probably know his friends.”
“Thank you. And ma’am, I’m sorry to bring you bad news.”
“It’s not your fault, son.”
“We’ll be in touch.”
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Alle, this is wonderful. I agree, a scene that we know must have taken place. And so beautifully put babes, another hint at who or what's left behind. 
I got a little choked up myself, writing this, imagining that awful moment when Mick's folks found out. 
