I cyber-met Belinda Crane when I started a different blog a few months ago. Her stories captivated me, most of which are twisty and turny and dark. Just my cup of tea. :D Won’t you join me in reading her latest tale?
Four days after arriving at the location the body had become a factory of activity. The skin danced the dance of death that within any observer inspired a magnitude of thought about their own mortality. The unnatural profusion of the birthplace of the latest blowflies to form an existence was the basis of sleepless, sweaty nights.
Toni Richards had soaked many sheets in her twenty three years on the job. Knowing what the victim had looked like pre-mortem and looking at her now would add to her subtracted sleep in years to come.
The demountable unit had been the site office for a building company that was currently filing for bankruptcy through the courts. The last known occupants had been seven months ago.
Anita Barlow had only worked for the company for a two week period prior to being informed she no longer had a job by the site supervisor…
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