Bread and Chicken


The pain was indescribable. First had been shock, then horror, then endless moments of disbelief and now all that was left was pain.

When she had found the body, seen the blood and the wreckage her mind was crystal. She had registered the crimson dripping from the back of the sofa onto the pale boards, pooling and slipping slowly to the skirting where it ran in a narrow river, slowly, slowly as the life force left him. She had seen Steve’s pale, pale face and the dreadful, ghastly black burn marks around the bullet hole all sharp and focused. Then there had been the scream, like nothing she had ever heard before, a high keening screech of sound whirling away from her until she realised that it came from her own throat, from the deepest darkest part of her soul. Once it registered that it came from her she had stopped it, turned it off in an instant and fallen towards him, his body.

Now though, how much later? Impossible to tell, she was divorced from it, there was noise and movement all around her. Police, paramedics even the landlord had muscled in on the scene.

“No he hadn’t heard anything, not even the gunshot. No, he hadn’t seen anything. No, he didn’t know anything.” Well why the hell was he there then, the thought forced itself into her agonised reality. Bloody landlord never there when the toilet blocked or the rats scuttered around the bins but there now, his eyes popping and his chest swelling with self importance. Had he been there earlier, well probably but it didn’t matter now, he wouldn’t meet her eyes though. May he rot in hell for his part in this.

They had known that there was a risk of this happening, they had been told not to come here to this lawless place but they were young and indestructible and nothing could happen to them could it.

A soft voice at her shoulder brought her back from the void, “We’re taking him now. Is there anywhere you can go, somewhere you can stay. You can’t stay here , we have a lot to do, work you know.”

“What, go no. I don’t know anyone, there’s nowhere. We were only here for a month, I…” The ability to speak left her as the gurney with the sheet covered body was wheeled past the chair and on towards the door. “No, no wait.” The paramedics stopped, looking back over their shoulders at the blonde in the chair. “Please, I have to, I need to see him.” The tears soaked her cheeks as they threw the sheet back from his face. He was sleeping, it was all a mistake, he was pale yes, but surely, surely he was just sleeping. Stretching out a hand she touched his cooling cheek, no not sleeping.

“Do you have any idea who might have done this?” What a ludicrous question, ridiculous. She turned the full force of her anguished gaze on the policemen. How could they all pretend, how can you help people who blind themselves to the truth.

Shaking her head almost imperceptibly she reached out to grab her bag and the camera case. “Wait, we have questions, you need to stay, you need to help us.” The raised voice was white noise as she slammed from the flat and hurtled down the stairs. There was no way anyone was going to help her she knew that. They had been fully aware when they came here that they were on their own, that was what had made the whole thing so attractive, tempting. They were vigilantes weren’t they, crusaders. No, not they, there was no they now, now it was just her only her against the whole rotten corrupt state because she had gone out for bread hadn’t she. Just bread, they wanted hot bread to eat with their chicken and so she had gone.

That was when they had come and shot him, and she was left alone now, left to fight on without him but it had been so close, so very close and so she knew that she had been spared for a reason. Not for bread and chicken but for the fight and so she would fight on alone, for Steve and for the victims and in recognition of the hand of fate.

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One response to “Bread and Chicken

  1. Fran Macilvey

    I was reading this and thinking, ‘Nah, too gory, I’ll just skim it….’ but my eye kept coming back, until I just sat and slowly read each word. You just keep me reading, honey. xxx 😀

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