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The diamonds fell from her hands, scattering like stars in the night across the black marble. And as uncaring as the cold stars looking on from the sky, they reflected her falling, winked red as blood pooled out, and hid in the shadows when daylight came.
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Younger did not know why he was here. The cops never called him. Yet this time they did.
DJ and Jeffery grunted greeting as they lifted the police tape. He nodded to the officers, debating talking to them. Spotting the detectives, he decided against it. Lance and Paul were assholes. Which made him being called in even more strange.
Not his normal strange, but the WTF?!? strange you get when your mom compliments your death metal tattoo.
Though he knew if those two called him in … his normal strange would be happening soon enough.
(words 141 – first published 5/1/2013; republished in new blog format on 4/2/2017)