Deep Grief

*****Previous installment of Vivid Black – Revolution:


Jerrod McEwin grabbed Jacoby, and pulled him off of Henry. Henry, ruffled and flustered from the reaction ran a hand over his hair, then scrubbed emotion from his face, trying to formulate a response.

“Chief, Chief I’m sorry. We’ve got this! I’ve got this! Let the team do their job.”

Jacoby stopped struggling against McEwin, turned and walked away. Breath wrung out of his chest and pinpoints of light flashed in his vision. Emotions wild, uncontainable, mouth pressed hard into his arm he released a muffled, shuddering sob. His beautiful baby girl,  lay ruined, cold, under an ashen waning moon. CSU scoured for clues and evidence, seemingly ignoring the precious missing life.

The beauty and serenity of Solitude Lane was harshly violated by Sarah Jane’s murder. It jangled the senses as the views away from the violation imparted a peaceful autumn glow. The tranquil, winding paths led to park benches and mediation gardens where thoughts could be lost in a wave of whispering breezes. A sense of seclusion followed as each path led deeper into the heart of the park.

Henry approached Jacoby, knowing he had to give him something consoling, to release this boss, this dad from his need to stay. The team was uneasy as they tried to focus on their jobs. Jacoby, usually the one in charge, now the victims father hovered in and out. Henry put an arm over his shoulders and gently urged him toward the Tahoe.

“Chief, Ray. You gotta leave. The guys are chasin’ every shadow, every speck. You’re makin’ them skittish. Go home. Be with your family. I’ll stay with Sarah Jane. I promise.”

Henry ushered him to the open passenger door, and gently pushed him in. A uniform slid in the driver side and patiently waited for Henry to get the boss under control.

As the Tahoe pulled away, Henry turned and slowly drifted back into the chaos.


Linking up with:

Trifecta: Week Twenty Eight. This weeks word is WILD. Third definition:

3: a (1): not subject to restraint or regulation : uncontrolled; also : unruly

(2) : emotionally overcome <wild with grief>; also : passionately eager or enthusiastic

As always no less than 33 and no more than 333 words.


5 comments on “Deep Grief

  1. Swirls says:

    I like this. Nice catching of emotions. I felt like I was there watching. Could picture the beautiful park, the poor girl, the police team searching for clues. Well done!


  2. Annabelle says:

    Poor guy. The combination of the violence of the death and the serenity of the backdrop is an interesting one; makes you wonder what’s lurking in those shadows they’re chasing down!


    • debseeman says:

      I began this post with the intention of linking it to Red Writing Hood at Write on Edge. The prompt asked for description of location. I was unable to trim enough words to link it up. The description felt necessary especially when to idea for the piece came to mind as a result of both prompts. I’ll link the post up this weekend on WOE. 🙂


  3. There is a lot of strong emotion being conveyed here. I particularly liked the use of the word jangled. That’s exactly how it feels when reality is out of line with unreal circumstance.
    Thanks for linking up. Please come back tomorrow for the new prompt.


  4. Tara R. says:

    A gripping scene. The father’s anguish and grief are palpable.


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