Sunday 10 August 2014

Reasonable Grief



I pulled to the side of the road, or as close as I could given the various police cars that were already there. I got out and looked around with panic, before I spotted the group of huddled figures. I strode towards them quickly, ignoring the policewoman that wanted me to stop.

I got there just as a doctor, I guess, was opening my dead son’s shirt. I pushed him out of the way and cradled my boy, before the cops pulled me away from the scene.

But at least there was now a reason my DNA was on him.

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