bell sounded. The authorities rushed down the streets. Madame Capun screamed
and cried at the horrific image before her. Thick red liquid blanketed the
area. A noxious stench polluted the air, for all that is normally stored within
had excreted from the victim’s rear. Officer Potter said he was sure this was
the source of the traumatic injury which resulted in death. Who could create
such a nefarious method of torture?
A cart arrived
to haul away the body. It split into three as the men lifted it from the
ground. The mystery as to how the victim came to be on the lawn of the school
house eluded all. That answer was considered far more important to the
authorities than the name of the young man that would soon be buried.
will hear in a week or two about a run away slave. Hopefully by then we will
have a name to give the owner so a fee can be collected.”
the owner did it,” Officer Potter added. It was his experience that a dead
slave disposed of in public generally had a master with no desire to be
bothered with a burial.
we had that terrible wind storm last night. The oak tree in my yard lost
several large branches,” Madame Capun said. “Perhaps one of them blew
along, caught this slave boy reliving himself in a field, picked him up in the
cyclone and spit him out here.” Her voice shook as she spoke. It was not a
very plausible explanation, but it was more acceptable than to believe one of
her neighbors capable of such a horrendous deed.
will look into that possibility, ma’am.” It was far easier to assure her
with a placation than to inform her that this was no act of nature. A twisted
soul lived among them. Officer Potter only hoped that more bodies would not
appear in the future.
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