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What Henry Seen


This is a Stream of Consciousness Continuation of the story by Doobster at Mindful Digressions. So read this first:

“Okay, kid. What did you see?”

“Well, I seen her walk out of the building. Then she got wobbly and was holding her throat. Then she fell down.”

“What building did she come out of?”

“That one.” Henry pointed to the doorway next to the little grocery store. It looked like it led to apartments above the store.

“Is that it?” the detective asked.

“No.” Henry swallowed. “She just laid there for a minute. Then she got up and came over to me and said, tell them it was Harry.”

“Who got up?” the detective asked.

“The dead lady. She got up and came over to me and told me that.”

The detective studied Henry for few seconds. “Okay. You two need to move on,” he said, turning away.

“But she did tell me!” Henry’s voice rose. “She said Harry, her X boyfriend, gave her a present to remember him by, but she didn’t want it.”

Ralph had never seen his cousin so adamant. Almost desperate. Aunt Sarah would not like her son being involved with the police or a crime scene.

Detective Morrisey hesitated, then turned back to Henry.

“What was the present?”

“She said it was a vapor cigarette, and he put poison in it!”

“Alright, kid. We’ll check it out.”

The detective went back to the body lying on the street. He examined the head turned to the side. There were small red marks around her lips. He’d already put the electronic cigarette found next to her hand in an evidence bag.

The detective went back to the boys and wrote down Henry’s name and number.

“Okay. I’ll call you if I need anything else,” Detective Morrisey nodded and went back to his work.

The crowd started to disperse and Ralph figured they’d better be getting to the bus stop.  As they waited for the bus, he asked Henry, “What did you mean the dead lady got up? Are you saying a dead lady talked to you?”

“I guess so,” said Henry. “And she wants me to tell you to stop smoking the old fashioned way. With gum and determination. Don’t trust those vapor things.”

“I don’t smoke,” Ralph said.

Henry hesitated. His eyes looking to the side. “She said to tell you, you can’t fool her.”

Author: JoAnna

An open minded, tree-hugging Jesus follower, former counselor, and life-long lover of animals, I'm returning to my creative roots and have published my first book: Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again as well as the short version: From Loneliness to Love.

7 thoughts on “What Henry Seen

  1. Ooh, spooky. Dead ladies talking. Nice twist. Thanks for picking it up and running with the story.

  2. Thank you, Joelle. I love your name.

  3. Pingback: The rest of the story | Mindful Digressions

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