Amarula.
My dad and I were at the park, no not the morgue , just the park as usual. Just like the old days.
" how has work been of late ?" he asked.
" it's been long , I am doing an autopsy on an exhumed body .Turns out the man was murdered .I don't know I'd the family is ready to hear the wrong reports from the first autopsy were fabricated" I said.
The body had so much trauma inflicted on its head , that man was dead long before he knew what had happened . An an instant but painful death.
" well that's brutal" he replied.
I know talks about my work are not something he wants to hear about. No one does.
" what of you, how has your week been?"
" the usual, tiring , senate , amendments and policies " he replied.
He held my hand, some on lookers thinking he's my boyfriend.
