The Weekly Obbo challenge 293 "In Vino Veritas"
Title: The Fatal Photograph
Author: The Hag
Archive: yes
Pairing and / or characters: Bodie/Doyle. Cowley, Betty
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: Black humour, Death death death!
Word count: ~250
All Minori's fault!
Cowley glared up from the papers he was checking with Betty. "Och, Bodie, you're drunk!"
"Och, aye - mean - hic! - yes, sir."
Cowley's voice softened slightly. "Look, laddie, we're all devastated by the massacre, but we have every available - "
"Don' - hic! - bother. It was my Gran."
"Your grandmother killed them? But why? How?"
"No. No. Me. I'm conseff - confessing now. All her fault."
Bodie groped in his pocket and tossed a photograph onto the desk.
"Sent it to Ray. Thought - hic! - he'd like it."
"Ahh, that's so sweet," Betty cooed.
Despite the stress Cowley smothered an involuntary chuckle.
"Yeah. Well, that's the diff'rence, right? She goes all soppy but you - "
"Bodie, I'm sorry, but - "
"Picked it up on the way out. Didn' open it till we were all on the - hic! - obbo, then - did his hyena cackle. If we'd been private - but they all came crowding to look - Anson - Murphy - Lucas - Never face - hic! - again!"
He fumbled his gun from his holster.
"Now, Bodie! Don't - "
"Not you, either."
Betty choked in horror as Cowley slumped.
Bodie gave her a wan, slightly lopsided smile. "You can keep it if you like. Me - can't live without Ray."
And his final bullet splattered the photograph with his dying blood.
Lewis Collins, aged 2 ½ years.
Author: The Hag
Archive: yes
Pairing and / or characters: Bodie/Doyle. Cowley, Betty
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: Black humour, Death death death!
Word count: ~250
All Minori's fault!
Cowley glared up from the papers he was checking with Betty. "Och, Bodie, you're drunk!"
"Och, aye - mean - hic! - yes, sir."
Cowley's voice softened slightly. "Look, laddie, we're all devastated by the massacre, but we have every available - "
"Don' - hic! - bother. It was my Gran."
"Your grandmother killed them? But why? How?"
"No. No. Me. I'm conseff - confessing now. All her fault."
Bodie groped in his pocket and tossed a photograph onto the desk.
"Sent it to Ray. Thought - hic! - he'd like it."
"Ahh, that's so sweet," Betty cooed.
Despite the stress Cowley smothered an involuntary chuckle.
"Yeah. Well, that's the diff'rence, right? She goes all soppy but you - "
"Bodie, I'm sorry, but - "
"Picked it up on the way out. Didn' open it till we were all on the - hic! - obbo, then - did his hyena cackle. If we'd been private - but they all came crowding to look - Anson - Murphy - Lucas - Never face - hic! - again!"
He fumbled his gun from his holster.
"Now, Bodie! Don't - "
"Not you, either."
Betty choked in horror as Cowley slumped.
Bodie gave her a wan, slightly lopsided smile. "You can keep it if you like. Me - can't live without Ray."
And his final bullet splattered the photograph with his dying blood.
Lewis Collins, aged 2 ½ years.