There are a small hoard of stories that I started and never went anywhere. Maybe one day I'll finish them. I put the number 1 in case I decide to post more of them in the future.
“What a palaver.”
“Are you fucking kidding?” Laurie looked out at the train station from her vantage point on the crossing bridge. “I don’t think palaver’s the right word.”
“I didn’t mean this.” Mark gestured at the bodies that littered the platforms. At least a hundred, probably more. “I meant them.” He pointed out at the SWAT team in the car park. They had no one to point their guns at so they were just standing around looking bored.
“Still think you’re missing the point.”
“Do you know how much it costs just to call them out? The boss is gonna have a fit.”
Laurie looked out at the once busy train station as it stood deathly still. She had to agree, there may have been over a hundred dead civilians but DCI Hunter was definitely the kind of prick who would focus on the fact they called out a SWAT team for no reason.
“Well you better send them home, anyway.”
“Why do I have to do it?”
“Because I hate those guys.” Mark grunted and stomped off down the up escalator, frozen in place. Laurie watched him step lightly around bodies, avoiding them as best he could but there were so many it was almost impossible. She very much didn’t want to go down there so she stayed where she was; paper cup of coffee clutched in her hands she waited for the pathologist to arrive. She glanced at her phone but she still had no signal despite the phone tower she could see through the window to her left. Mark’s had been the same, hence the SWAT team they’d been unable to call off in time. Strange.
Her coffee was going cold but she didn’t drink it, too preoccupied staring out at the mass grave before her. Even the displays had stopped, the clocks too. Everything in the building, machine or man, had stopped at exactly 17 minutes and 42 seconds passed 3. She shivered despite the sun that was beaming down through the window.
She could see Mark shaking hands with the guy in charge of the SWAT team, Tom something or other. Tom was shaking his head at something but the rest of them were piling into their van. Mark finally let go of Tom’s hand and headed back inside, pausing at the ticket gates and apparently deciding to stay there. Probably a better option than picking his way through a field of corpses a third time. Laurie glanced at her phone again out of habit but there was still no service. She sighed and slipped it into pocket.
She sipped at her coffee.
The huge clock that hung on the wall by platform 2 suddenly ticked, almost deafeningly loud in the silence. Another tick and then there were other noises. The train station powering back up. Laurie’s phone vibrated as her messages finally came through. She looked out as a phone started to ring. Somewhere in the mass of bodies someone’s loved one or boss or just a PPI company was calling. She watched, held her breath as more phones and machines clicked into life. But not a soul moved. They were all still dead. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting but after the day she’d had, anything seemed possible.
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