Monday, May 25, 2009

Stinky Is Good In A Garden Of Lies

“I think I found it!” Karen yelled to no one in particular. “Look! That’s it, isn’t it?”
The room was quiet. The air had been sucked out with her revelation. They walked over to where she stood. The old battered luggage trunk sat propped open and had been piled high with items that were probably of some value to someone long ago.
Ben’s face wrinkled when he lifted the box. It was covered with years of dirt, dust and rodent droppings, but Genevieve didn’t care. She ran with outstretched hands to the box.
“Mrs. Landau,” Benny stepped in front of her. “There is no way I’m gonna let you touch that box with all of that stuff on it. Let me clean it off, and you can take it with you when you leave. I’ll take it out back. You can help. Fair enough?”
She put her hands on her hips. “Fair enough.”
Benny slapped on a pair of latex gloves and carried the box downstairs. Genevieve followed closely behind.

The law was cut and dried. You commit a crime, you’re punished. But when it’s someone you love, a very close friend, or it’s crossed your mind, the letters of the law can become skewed. Xavier leaned against the wall. He held his trembling wife in his arms. He knew sooner or later the sins of the past would come back to haunt all of them, he just never expected it to happen so soon. But they lived in Greenstone; a town that governed and kept to itself. And he was the sheriff.

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