Mind the Gap

“No, I swear, I really have no idea what just happened!”
The constant screaming was making my voice hoarse. With the tears constantly streaming down my face, I gasped for air in the middle of each sentence.
“My husband- He… he was just there one minute. He was just getting a drink from the vending machine. Then the next… then…”
“Alright, calm down madam. So, where were you exactly before this happened?” asked the officer.
“We… we’d just been for a run through the park.”
“So, you’re saying that you and your husband were together before he walked away to buy a drink from the vending machine, yes?”
“Yes,” I replied, continuing to sob uncontrollably.
“Okay. And did you see him approach the platform after he’d purchased the drink?”
“N-no, I didn’t. I was facing the opposite direction, looking at the timetable. Next thing I knew, the train was here but I couldn’t find my husband. I refused to board the train without him, so I looked for him everywhere. After the train had left, I looked down into the bottom of the tracks and saw h-his remains…”
“Well that’s all I need to know for now. Thanks for that,” said the officer, looking at his notes.
Three other officers climbed onto the tracks, careful not to step on the wires. Looking at one another and then back to the remains of the corpse, they nodded and handed each other gloves. I shook violently and cupped my hand over my mouth as I stared at the scene, whilst the tears stained my turquoise dress dark green. Supporting his torn abdomen, the officers proceeded to carefully lift the dead man onto the stretcher, face down. Swiftly, they carried the body out of the pit.
And as they shrouded the faint, grey footprint on the back of his shirt with a white blanket, I wiped the last tear from my eye and silently congratulated myself for a job well done.
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Category:Mental Illness
Category:Dismemberment
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