Текст книги "The Black Pathway"

Автор книги: Mark C. Sutton

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The young woman was carried, on a stretcher, from Lee-Hill farmhouse by two paramedics, with a third person – a policeman – steadying and assisting them as they negotiated their way down a small gravel track, and towards a waiting ambulance. As the paramedics and their patient disappeared around a hedged bend, and out of view, two more police officers remained outside the farmhouse, standing close to the cordoned-off front door of the farmhouse. One of the police officers, a thirty one year old woman called Petra Morris, looked over in the general direction of the ambulance.

“I know that girl. Her name’s Shark. I’ve seen her around Coldsleet, usually down at the Stagecoach pub. She’s a regular there.” Said Petra. Her colleague, a burly, tall, dark-haired newcomer to Coldsleet constabulary called Carl Henry, looked at Petra, with curiosity in his eyes.

“Her name’s Shark?” He asked. “I take it that’s just a nickname?” Petra shrugged her shoulders.

“I’ve never really given it much thought.” She replied.

Shark Mako stared up at the roof of the ambulance, then turned her head to the left. A kind-faced, thin lady was smiling at her, and holding Shark’s hand.

“It shouldn’t take us too long to reach the hospital, love, once we get back onto the main road. How are you feeling?” Asked the woman.

“Like I’m coming out of deep-freeze… I feel like a fucking ice-lolly!” Shark managed to joke. The thin lady smiled.

“Well, you certainly haven’t lost your sense of humour.” She said.

“No. Just my friends.” Replied Shark, with a terrible sadness in her voice. There was a silence for a few moments, and then the female paramedic softly squeezed Shark’s hand.

“My love, do you remember anything about what happened in that bedroom? How you came to be frozen like that?” She asked, with curiosity.

“I was attacked.” Shark replied, calmly. “I was attacked by Howard Trenton, and I was probably raped too.” She elaborated. Shark half-smiled at the paramedic, and then turned away from the woman, staring back up towards the ambulance roof. For just a few short seconds, Shark’s eyes turned a dirty-yellow in colour.

 

The End.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Mark C Sutton is an author from the West Midlands, whose work tends to focus on the darker side of human nature, albeit with a humourous slant. Mark has lived in both the West Midlands, and North Wales. He now resides in the Black Country, together with his wife, two sons, and two irritating cats, one of whom is called ‘Squeaky Dracula Cohen’.