Today’s Writing Challenge.
Look at this picture for about five minutes. Then set a timer for twenty-five minutes. Write as much as you can in that time (it’s okay to go over a little bit to end the scene properly).
“Officer, I don’t know why you are treating me like a suspect, if I had caused Betty any harm do you really think I would bring my actions to the attention to the police. No, I’d skedaddle the hell out of here.”
“We are just trying to do a complete investigation. After-all, you are saying that Mrs White was planning on meeting you here. What would be the reason for that?. ”
“Look around, there is her car along with her luggage, do you really think I put them there, walked back into town then drive back out here only to drive back into town to call you guys, just so I can be accused of hurting her?”
“Just answer the question. Why was Mrs White meeting you?”
“She wanted out of this two-bit town, and away from her abusive husband.”
“Now, Now Mr Peters, accusations like that won’t be tolerated.”
“But you stand there accusing me…”
“Mr White is an upstanding member of this society, and you, well, let’s just say, you’re not.”
“That just explains why Betty wanted to leave. No one in this town cared about what went on behind closed doors, they shut their eyes to all the random bruises. No one questioned why her trips to town became less frequent.”
“Mrs White became a very sick woman, poor David had to run all her errands for her.”
“That’s because he had beaten her to a pulp, and he wouldn’t let her leave the house.”
“Where is your proof Mr Peter’s?”
“Right there, the car the luggage. She wouldn’t have be out here waiting for me like that if she was happy to stay at home with him. If anyone has done anything to her, then it would have been her husband.”
In the distance a metallic hum interrupting the interrogation, light shone through the trees. As the hum became louder the brightness in the woods behind the car intensified. Louder, Brighter, Louder, Brighter, then the breeze picked up into a fevered wind, bringing with it the smell of fuel, a kind of petrol/diesel hybrid. Then, like Betty, it was gone.