“No, I’m home and safe now,” Tom told his Grandma.
“They didn’t keep me in, and from their questions, I don’t think they think I’m involved, but Grandma, Grandma…I’m so worried about you, and everyone in the village, WHY are you all so mutinous about this – why are you all so determined to carry the can for murder?”
Silence wound its way through the phone and curled itself inside Tom’s ear, with just the faintest crackles to suggest that his Grandma was still there at the other end of the line, was still breathing. Tom could picture her pursing her lips, her eyes focussed on the mid-distance, her head tilted slightly to one side as she weighed her options, absolutely still, hands (or, hand, as she was on the phone) nestled in her flowery, be-cotton-aproned lap.
It was a posture he remembered well from growing up, and all the times he’d done something perplexing or asked a question which had caught her off-guard and he was just beginning to lose himself in nostalgia when her voice interrupted him.
“My darling boy, I know you’d understand if I told you, because you know the village so well, and it’s most definitely ‘one of those village things’, but I can’t tell you, I can’t – it would put your career at risk, love, and I’m so proud of you and all that you’ve become, I don’t want to jeopardise that, so all I’ll say for now is that we ARE all involved, or, we are NOW, even if we weren’t in the beginning.”
This week’s Six Sentence Stories prompt from the marvellous Ivy, was CAN
And darlings, keep a weather eye, because VERY SOON, I shall have a HUGE GREATBIG IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT to make about this whodunnit. Shall I give you a clue? SOON! Very soon…keep watching my blog’s Facebook page over the next few days!
Because of all the linking and ridiculous amount of posts involved, I’m going to link you to last week’s installment of the story, and in THAT link, are all the preceding chapters. CLICK HERE to read ‘And what had the VICTIM dunnit?’