Murder and mayhem

Mum, there’s been a murder at the neighbours.” I ran down there immediately to search for the perpetrator. Had they fled the scene of the crime or also gone to God? We stood in a huddle, confused, sad and not really knowing what to do. Do we cover it up or deal with the consequences by fessing up to our part in it.

I instructed the kids we wandered with torches searching for a body or the escape route. We turned over rocks, checked under the agapanthus and even got down on hands and knees and looked up the drainpipe. No signs of life. Anywhere.