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Suzie was still processing that she had someone’s blood on her hands and that their dead body was lying across from her when someone’s fingers brushed against her face.
She screamed and jumped back, looking up to see some random man probably just below twice her age. She didn’t know, she wasn’t good at guessing that kind of thing. The man was odd, regardless. His hair was long and his clothes were outdated. He stood there with his hands on his hips like she had just slightly inconvenienced him.
“Is he dead?” He asked, tilting his head to look at the body.
“I think so. Oh, my God. Oh my God.” She was hyperventilating. Great. She couldn’t have even waited until twenty to catch her first murder charge. Imagine what her father would have said if he wasn’t dead across from her right now.
The man walked over and kicked the body with his foot. He looked at it for a few seconds, standing on its chest. “Yes, he’s definitely dead. Does anyone know where you two are?”
Suzie blinked at him. “No, no they don’t. It was just him and I out here. And, uh… you, I guess.”
“Who are you, may I ask?”
“What?”
“Your name, child. What is your name?”
“It’s Susan. You can call me Suzie. Nobody really calls me Susan.”
“Ah. My name is Lucas.” He told her, even though she hadn’t asked. “So, what do you plan to do with this?”
“What?”
He paused. “Do you have some hearing problem I’m not aware of, Suzie?”
“No, no, I just don’t know what you mean.”
“His corpse. What do you plan to do with it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I have a garden.”
She blinked, unsure why he was mentioning this. Then the pieces slid together in her mind.
“You would, um…”
“Why not? Barely anyone comes around this area. You could come in for tea.”
She had to be delusional. Maybe she hit her head on a tree or something and got a concussion. Oh, well. She figured she had nothing much to lose. So she followed him.