Secretive Society

Wasn’t it a lovely morning for murder? As Durksen County Coroner, dealing with the dead became tedious and repetitive. However, this morning’s trip was to the small village of Monticello, MO, where the neighbor called the police because there was a foul odor coming from the apartment down the hall. Police and the EMS confirmed the individual was deceased, but since it was no longer in their jurisdiction, it was my time to shine! Trust and believe, I’d rather walk through a ton of fecal matter than respond to any of the late-night dispatches. I, Marcia LaChelle Thompson-Chelly for short-, absolutely, hated being on call and having to go out. It was mostly elderly people who were found deceased in their homes after weeks of no contact. Occasionally, a hospice nurse or hospital would call for permission to release a decedent to the local funeral home. If the death wasn’t suspicious, then there wouldn't be a need for me to leave home. Tonight was a different case. I was being called to a grotesque scene where a college student was beaten, r***d and killed. Who decided to disturb my sleep to kill thy precious neighbor?  There’ll be time for those questions later. Right now, I had to focus and get myself dressed. Digging in my closet to find a pair of blue khaki pants, a black polo shirt and boots would do the trick for my attire. Now it was time for my hair. Luckily enough, I had just gotten box braids installed a week ago, so I could pull some of my braids into a simple ponytail just enough to keep them out of my face. My face looked a bit ashy in the mirror, so a small amount of moisturizer would do justice. I was often complemented by how my natural complexion resembled mocha coffee and that my hazel brown eyes complemented me like creamer-I still don’t know whether to consider that a compliment or an insult. Even so, I never felt like I needed make-up. Only standing 5’4” and weighing 230lbs, I was slightly curvy. After years of going to the gym, I could bench press almost twice my weight, so I feel as if that compensated for not being skinny. Once I approved of my attire, I grabbed my jacket, keys, wallet, and my brain, then proceeded to my removal vehicle.