A Tasty Secret
Secrets. Everyone has them. Well I have one… and its big. I will tell you it. That is if you can get through this story. I won’t make it easy for you. What good would that be? There would be no value in the secret if I were to just blab it out. It may clear a few things up for those of you who are confused. I can just imagine you are saying the words, “I’m not confused” with your inside your head voice. Too funny. Trust in this, confusion wouldn’t know confusion if it bit its lips off. You are confused. That I don’t doubt at all.
A cold body is pulled from the river. It hasn’t been in the water for very long. There are no noticeable marks are injuries that would indicate how he died. The police are called and the coroner’s office sends someone to retrieve the body. A young man, maybe twenty-five years old, lays naked on the cold steel table. Several lines have been drawn on his body where the coroner will make his cuts so that he may be able to determine what it was that killed the man. Blood samples have already been sent to a lab for analysis. The police are still trying to find the dead man’s identity. A secret the dead man was not easily going to share. He had no wallet or personal items on his body and the only mark was a fairly recent tattoo. The tattoo, an unusual looking spider about the size of an adult palm and that looked like a large female funnel spider, was located on the dead man’s right calf. It was determined as recent as the area the tattoo was covering was still red and inflamed.
Red and inflamed eyes don’t see as well as they should. Too much burning and itching to stay focused on one thing for too long. The secret is not to look in any one area on the road