Bodies for Breakfast
I still haven’t managed to burn the stench out of my nose.
The river normally smells bad but today was just ridiculous. It was overpowering and choking, which was frustrating as deep breaths are a requirement while rowing. I could taste it on the back of my throat for most of the day, despite giving my teeth a hell of a scrubbing, mouthwash and food. My pasta/vegetable salad was pretty damn gross as a result which really pissed me off.
So this morning, we’re doing our third run and the coach is paying more attention to the synchronization of our strokes rather than the seemingly clear water ahead of us. The sun still rises on the late side of things and so it was still pretty dark. No one saw a thing until the boat rammed into it. And rolled it over. And god, the smell.
Take my word for it, week old corpse that is bloated from unclean river water and has started decaying, is not something you ever want to assault your nostrils.
The body itself didn’t faze me; one of the other girls fainted though which was a pain. Coach took the rest of the crew back to the docks in his boat while I stayed with the body and ours.
The sun rose while I waited out on the water for the cops so I managed to get a pretty good look at him. The bloating could be misleading me, but I’d say her was pretty young. Early-twenties? He had short hair and day old stubble. Half melted brown eyes. His collar bone had been completely snapped, like someone had grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him into something with more force than the bone could take. There were bruises on the neck, I think anyway. It could have been discoloration due to decomposition. I think he was stabbed between the ribs but I don’t think the angle was right to kill right away. Whoever did it must have thrown him into the river while he was still bleeding. The broken collarbone would have made him essentially immobile and the blood loss would have fucked with his ability to react anyway.
I wonder if he drowned.
I’m going to keep an eye on the papers to see if they release any details about the kid of what happened to him. I wonder what kind of a murder it was.
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The kid had orange hair. I did a double take once I got a good look.
I almost hope it was an organized hit. I hope he was a small fry who fucked up and paid the price.
I don’t want to think that that could happen to anyone. Especially with the mugging last month.
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The whole thing made me late for my lab this morning which meant downing my lunch in under five minutes outside of the class and then heading back in to make up the time.
No rest for the wicked.
The river normally smells bad but today was just ridiculous. It was overpowering and choking, which was frustrating as deep breaths are a requirement while rowing. I could taste it on the back of my throat for most of the day, despite giving my teeth a hell of a scrubbing, mouthwash and food. My pasta/vegetable salad was pretty damn gross as a result which really pissed me off.
So this morning, we’re doing our third run and the coach is paying more attention to the synchronization of our strokes rather than the seemingly clear water ahead of us. The sun still rises on the late side of things and so it was still pretty dark. No one saw a thing until the boat rammed into it. And rolled it over. And god, the smell.
Take my word for it, week old corpse that is bloated from unclean river water and has started decaying, is not something you ever want to assault your nostrils.
The body itself didn’t faze me; one of the other girls fainted though which was a pain. Coach took the rest of the crew back to the docks in his boat while I stayed with the body and ours.
The sun rose while I waited out on the water for the cops so I managed to get a pretty good look at him. The bloating could be misleading me, but I’d say her was pretty young. Early-twenties? He had short hair and day old stubble. Half melted brown eyes. His collar bone had been completely snapped, like someone had grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him into something with more force than the bone could take. There were bruises on the neck, I think anyway. It could have been discoloration due to decomposition. I think he was stabbed between the ribs but I don’t think the angle was right to kill right away. Whoever did it must have thrown him into the river while he was still bleeding. The broken collarbone would have made him essentially immobile and the blood loss would have fucked with his ability to react anyway.
I wonder if he drowned.
I’m going to keep an eye on the papers to see if they release any details about the kid of what happened to him. I wonder what kind of a murder it was.
[Private]
The kid had orange hair. I did a double take once I got a good look.
I almost hope it was an organized hit. I hope he was a small fry who fucked up and paid the price.
I don’t want to think that that could happen to anyone. Especially with the mugging last month.
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The whole thing made me late for my lab this morning which meant downing my lunch in under five minutes outside of the class and then heading back in to make up the time.
No rest for the wicked.