A piercing shrill
From a distant scream
A dogs ear twitched
And his head a lean
A man arose from an early morning fog that covered the hill of tinsel-meadow beach
His face painted white
With an upturned nose
His eyes were crystal blue
And his words had froze
A woman arose from an early morning fog that covered the hill of tinsel-meadow beach
“Did you hear the noise” the frail woman croaked
Her words would slur through a small winter breeze
He grabbed hold of her arm
“You should get home” He proclaimed “ your going to freeze”
The old woman sniggered while her dog examined the grass
“Oh no dear I'm okay, you are very kind though”
She squinted through the mist of the early morning sun
“It looks like it might snow”
Her eyes traveled the hill around to the beach
“By any chance have you seen my grandaughter”
His throat dried up as his palms were dripping
“No ma’am” he stuttered “ Are you sure you bought her”
Her face went silent
He couldn't read her expression
“And that's the last time I saw him” the old woman sniffled
The officer looked at the man waiting for a confession
The room was grey with a single bright light
The room read fear and the officer could tell
As the man with the crystal blue eyes
Started explaining how she ‘fell’
“My grandaughter has been missing for 72 hours now”
The old woman screeched her hands scrunched into tiny balls of anger
The officer sat there scratching her head “ we are doing everything we can ma’am”
She assured, the old woman flew up onto her feet “you are not when all hes saying is slander”
Another 5 days passed with nothing but silence in the pale mist air
The man was still a suspect and rightfully so
As right by the lake
And underneath the snow
The officer and a few of the team where searching the hill of tinsel-meadow beach
With a surprised breath she dragged a shoe
It was a pink with lacy white butterfliea flying away.
The officer sat there she knew who it belonged to
3 weeks had past with most evidence found
The man was arrested for murder of a little girl named annabelle smith.
She was only 5 and was visiting her granny for the weekend while her mother went away for work
Her family heard the news and announced a funeral it would be on February the fifth.
The funeral went ahead and the family were devastated that the man who didn't even know the child would do such a crime
But what the family didn't know is what they would find out with time
That the old woman set her up, poor little annabelle smith she had told the man to meet her on the hill and handed him a list.
She was jealous of little Annabelle and thought the little girl had stole her daughter away from her. At the bottom it read do it below the snow they won't see because of the mist.
The officers slowly caught on to the old woman's plan and she was arrested without a speech
The next morning no one would dare walk through the early morning mist on the hill of tinsel meadow beach
- Author: Chick (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 29th, 2021 22:40
- Comment from author about the poem: I like true crime documentaries so I was inspired by that haha.
- Category: Short story
- Views: 60
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