Touch Life

FFFC17“Did you know?”

“Did I know what?”

“About the skull?”

“Which one? That one?” Ingrid’s uncle spun and pointed to the clean spot surrounded by dust on her father’s desk.

“Yes, the one that used to sit there.”

“What about it? Where is it?”

“Do you know where it came from?” spittle shot from Ingrid’s lips and landed on his cheek as she blazed mere inches away from his face.

“It’s a resin model that he bought about ten years ago, when your mom abandoned you. He wanted to remind himself of the hollow soul behind the eyes, so he didn’t become victim to another Jezebel. It always creeped me out, so I kept clear of it.”

“And I’m sure that is what he was banking on. We’re all too squeamish to take life in our hands.” Ingrid turned and stared out of the window over her father’s desk then brought her gaze back to the gap left by the subject at hand. “It was right under our noses all this time and nobody suspected. He thinks he is very clever convincing everyone that she left us. Planning started months before, leaving clues and creating suspicion now that I think about it. What he never counted of or knew is that my new boyfriend is a paleontologist.”

“What are you talking about, she ran off with that Englishman? Has something happened to my brother?”

“Not yet. But when I find him and my mother’s skull you can be sure that something will.”


by Debbie Gravett © 2019.07.14

FFFC: Challenge #21
Main Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay
Inset Image by Fidler Jan@morguefile.com

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