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If you didn’t known any better, you might say that the view was beautiful.

The entire town was awake and awash in light. The green sky above, the amber lights below, the graceful song of the waves, all dancing and pulsing with one rhythm. You see, everybody knew Macy. Everybody loved Macy. Well almost everybody. 

By now the forensic team should have finished collecting their initial evidence. Sargent Peterson was on site wondering about the positioning of the body. She was postured post mortem. But why?

He stood watching. He liked knowing that this beautiful view was all his doing.

Written in response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #129

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