It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.
Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.
This week’s song is Swing Life Away by Rise Against and the genre is Crime/Mystery. Thanks to Anna from The Insanity Aquarium for the suggestion.
Swing Life Away
Detective Quinn slowly circled the scene, taking it all in. Just like the others. That would make this number six.
The body was slumped in the tyre-swing, arms folded in her lap, feet crossed underneath, almost relaxed. If you didn’t know better you’d have thought she was asleep. Quinn knew better.
The first was four years ago…no, three – it was just before the World Cup. The coroner had ruled it a natural death. There were no wounds, no bruising, the tox screen was completely clean. Her heart had simply stopped. There was only one reason to suspect foul play: the note.
Six months later a second body turned up. Identical to the first except for her actual appearance. And every six months since then.
“Hey, Charlie. What’s today’s date?”
Three years to the day.
The coroner approached, carefully stepping in the same footprints of the first officer on the scene.
“And?” said Quinn.
“No obvious signs of trauma. Time of death around twelve hours ago.”
“Is it there?”
He gestured towards the body. “See for yourself.”
Quinn walked closer, also keeping in the existing footprints. She crouched in front of the swing and carefully lifted the girl’s hands. There it was. She took the piece of paper and unfolded it. The message was only three words: SWING LIFE AWAY. What did it mean?
She backed away and nodded at the forensics techs to start processing the scene. She wanted the body removed before any kids showed up.
Her phone rang.
“What do you mean ‘another one’?”
“Shit! Okay, give me the address.”
“No, he’s still here. I’ll tell him.”
Another one. Two girls on opposite sides of town. She walked to the coroner’s van.
“Charlie, we’ve got another one…”
Copyright © 2013 Herman Kok
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