RIP Joe

Word Count 100

Fiction

It was nearly midnight when his body was discovered.

No-one had seen him arrive. The CCTV was scanned for hours; first one camera then the next and so on.

Sally, at the diner, thought she had seen him somewhere, sometime, but couldn’t remember where or when.

His face, nicely arranged for the TV cameras, was beamed out to the whole country on the network news channels.

‘That’s Joe’, Abe said, passing the bottle to Luis, while watching the huge TV in the shop across from their squat under the bridge.

‘Who Joe?’ asked Luis raising the bottle.

‘Dunno’, replied Abe.

 

Haven’t been around for quite a while, missed my fellow FFers.

Thanks to Ted Strutz for the inspiration this week and thanks as always to Rochelle, a Fairy Blogmother who never tires…