A Grieving Loss Part 2: The Little Dancer

Oh, but it was true. Amy's father, Joe, called the town police back. 1

"Town police, Officer Smith speaking. How may I help you?" 2

"Yes, this is Joe South, and I was wondering if I could get any information about what just happened behind the woods at my home." 3

"Oh, well then you're lucky. Almost every town cop is there investigating the scene of the crime, we're very short here at the station. Sadly, I am not the officer or detective working on the case; you'll have to go into the woods and ask a police officer there." 4

"Alright, thank you good man." Joe hung up the phone, and went into his bedroom. At least, it was now his. He went into the walk in closet and got a t-shirt, blue jeans, and boots on. Then, before walking out of the room, he spotted a picture of his wife, Amy, and himself smiling on the bedside table taken at Sears just a few weeks back. Oh how he wished they were still there with him. He set the picture down and went out the back door, and down the path into the woods. He didn't know where to look for the police at, but it wasn't hard, as about 5 minutes into the woods he began hearing loud chatter. 5

"I believe the suspect had a glove on John, or there would have been prints on the gun." One of the officers said to another. 6

"I think you're right Tom. Maybe, if we're lucky, we can find some other evidence." The officer, clearly named John, said. 7

Joe walked up to Officer Tom and before he got a word in- "Sir, please vacate the premises. We're trying to investigate a crime here-" 8

"Yeah, I know, one that I need more information on!" Joe almost burst in tears as he began looking around. He took a short glance onto a patch of grass that was stained red. Must have been either his wife's or Amy's blood. 9

"You know what- I can't even stand being here. You find something out, call me." Joe left the woods and went back to his home. He jumped into his car and drove to Amy's old dancing class, even though Amy wasn't there. He felt bad that his daughter would never be able to dance again. (Damn that fucking bastard to hell...) He walked into the door, 5 minutes early. Most of the girls were emerging from their dressing room in their tutu's and leotards, ready for the night's class. The teacher, Miss Jenny, walked up to Joe. 10

"Oh dear, where is your wife and Amy?" She asked. Joe looked up to her with tear rimmed eyes and managed to say "Dead." She asked nothing more. Joe walked into the small room in front of the dancing mats and watched the children dance, imagining his dear Amy there with them. Oh, how he missed his beloved daughter. He glanced over to the chair next to him. Normally his wife would have been there. But she wasn't. The whole class he cried, but watching the little girls dance made him feel somewhat better. 11

TO BE CONTINUED12