Excerpt || Stone by Stone
Southern Blood, Sandglass Enterprises, Bill Congreve, ed., 2003
shades Theatre production, Shadowmuse, producer Anita Whelan, performed 2009
To be broadcast on Radio National Short Story Programme
Secure behind my little wall, I turned
and shot a glance at Jacob. Damn. Hadn't realised. In his sudden descent,
Jacob had landed facing the other way. His left shoulder jutted up like
a sail without wind, obscuring his face. I thought about stepping back
into the room and moving him around, but the blood was already seeping
from the wounds in his skull, and I didn't want to disturb its natural
pattern on the floor. The police might wonder why he'd been moved. Let
them choke on it, with their badges and notebooks and their damn eyes.
Watching everything. Let them tell his family they didn't know why, couldn't
see why - oh, why - he'd been killed, of anyone. Random violence.
So heartbreaking.
Let them tell his damn wife.
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