Witnesses
When John was paying attention to putting the paper in his pocket, Sowenna pulled an ash club from beneath her riding skirt and swung it hard at the side of his head. He collapsed like a sack of potatoes in a heap on the ground. “Murderer!”, she screamed and hit him again and again. “Murderer, murderer!”, she kept screaming like one deranged.
“There John Vale, that is how you should be, dead. Hope you're able to rest in peace John”.
The deed now done, she dragged the body to an embankment that ran alongside a hidden bog covered in patchy grass and rolled him over the edge. For a moment, the body seemed to float on the surface, but then it slowly sank beneath the mantle of green amidst the eerie sounds of suction.
“There Preston, you have been avenged, and I am rid of him for
