Wednesday 10 July 2013

Serves Plenty



I opened the door on the third knock. A policeman stood there, piece of paper in hand, although he froze when he saw my apron.

“Oh, sorry, just making a roast…” I said, sheepishly.

“We’ve had reports of this woman being spotted in the area. Have you seen her?”

He held up the paper, with mugshots of a woman, normal looking beyond a distinctive cross-shaped scar on her cheek. The warning called her Mary Randle, a.k.a Bloody Mary.

I shook my head sadly, and after some reminders about safety he headed off.

I went back to my Roasted Bloody Mary.

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