A Grave Without Flowers Author:Mary McMullen In the near distance, he heard a woman screaming. He began to walk along the sidewalk toward the unruly and uncivilized sound. After a block or so, a police car hooted past him. The car turned, a block up ahead, into the parking space beside a hotel named the Imperial. — Instinctively his hand moved at his side. Of course, his camera was there, s... more »lung by its strap over his right shoulder. It was as normal an item of daily dress as his shoes. A police ambulance went by as he walked up the street. It too turned in beside the Imperial.
He entered the parking space and walked between cars until from beside one of them he could get a clear view through the wide-open gate into the enclosed courtyard of the hotel, where there waxs a bustle of motion and voices but no more of the screaming.
He saw the girl in the black dress sprawled on the pile of garbage bags. He raised his camera. Professionally speaking, too good (humanly speaking, too frightful) to be true, to be really happening here in a quiet English village on a delightful sunny morning....« less