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Prompt 477 Ascetic - Siddha - naughty_bangles - Original
Title: Siddha (Part 2)
Prompt #477 Ascetic
Word Count: 518
Rosalie looked up at Tammi, who had just stood from where she was crouching next to the body. The M.E. looked fresh as a rose, even though Washington knew she had spent the better part of the previous night filing paperwork on a couple of bodies from another case.
“What can you tell about her?”, Rosalie asked, straightening from her position over the desk.
“The time of death is between 7 and 8 PM. She has several defensive wounds on her arms, so I’d say she tried to protect herself when her assailant stabbed her. She looks pretty fit and she is rather tall, so my bet would be that the aggressor was strong, most likely a man, but, hey (she shrugged), you never know.”
They exchanged a look.
“You’ll know more after the autopsy”, Rosalie finished for her.
Tammy smiled brightly, and turned toward her assistant. “Let’s bring Mrs Hendricks back to the lab”, she said to the mousy redhead. The young woman nodded, and motioned to the ambulance people to take care of the body. Rosalie and Tammi watched her follow the stretcher out of the room.
“How is she doing?”, Rosalie asked without averting her gaze.
“Not bad. I’ve had worse”, Tammi replied with her usual laid-back tone. She then turned toward the desk, where the book was still lying open. “Interesting reading for a yoga teacher”, she commented, turning a page with a gloved finger.
“Maybe she was trying to get a deeper understanding of her practice”, Washington replied. “Yoga is part of all those ascetic ways to get superpowers, or something, isn’t it?”
Tammi shrugged. “You could say that, yes.”
Rosalie looked around her at the room that was slowly emptying itself, now that the body was gone. A handful of police officers were standing at the entrance, waiting for the detective’s orders.
“I don’t see anything here that would have gotten her killed”, she said.
“Something’s missing, then”, Tammi replied.
“Indeed.” Rosalie waved at the officers. “Get boxes and a van. We’re taking everything down to the precinct.”
Sherri might have been a yoga instructor, she wasn’t an ascetic practitioner. Her body presented a little bit of the most common afflictions of a comfortable, modern life. She was fit, of course, due to her career of choice, but a thin layer of fat coated her limbs and belly, evidence of an enjoyment of life that wasn’t encouraged in alchemy treaties. She was otherwise healthy enough that she would have had decades left ahead, if it hadn’t been for the deep furrows dug into her chest.
“Without any surprise, it’s the stabbing that killed her”, Tammi commented, indicating the wounds on the dead woman’s chest. “The killer used a blade of some kind, slightly curved. As a matter of fact”, and she grabbed a knife in a plastic bag next to her tools, “it may be a blade like this one, only slightly bigger. There are several of these in various side in the victim’s belongings. The crime weapon may have been part of the collection, and the murderer took it away”.
Prompt #477 Ascetic
Word Count: 518
Rosalie looked up at Tammi, who had just stood from where she was crouching next to the body. The M.E. looked fresh as a rose, even though Washington knew she had spent the better part of the previous night filing paperwork on a couple of bodies from another case.
“What can you tell about her?”, Rosalie asked, straightening from her position over the desk.
“The time of death is between 7 and 8 PM. She has several defensive wounds on her arms, so I’d say she tried to protect herself when her assailant stabbed her. She looks pretty fit and she is rather tall, so my bet would be that the aggressor was strong, most likely a man, but, hey (she shrugged), you never know.”
They exchanged a look.
“You’ll know more after the autopsy”, Rosalie finished for her.
Tammy smiled brightly, and turned toward her assistant. “Let’s bring Mrs Hendricks back to the lab”, she said to the mousy redhead. The young woman nodded, and motioned to the ambulance people to take care of the body. Rosalie and Tammi watched her follow the stretcher out of the room.
“How is she doing?”, Rosalie asked without averting her gaze.
“Not bad. I’ve had worse”, Tammi replied with her usual laid-back tone. She then turned toward the desk, where the book was still lying open. “Interesting reading for a yoga teacher”, she commented, turning a page with a gloved finger.
“Maybe she was trying to get a deeper understanding of her practice”, Washington replied. “Yoga is part of all those ascetic ways to get superpowers, or something, isn’t it?”
Tammi shrugged. “You could say that, yes.”
Rosalie looked around her at the room that was slowly emptying itself, now that the body was gone. A handful of police officers were standing at the entrance, waiting for the detective’s orders.
“I don’t see anything here that would have gotten her killed”, she said.
“Something’s missing, then”, Tammi replied.
“Indeed.” Rosalie waved at the officers. “Get boxes and a van. We’re taking everything down to the precinct.”
Sherri might have been a yoga instructor, she wasn’t an ascetic practitioner. Her body presented a little bit of the most common afflictions of a comfortable, modern life. She was fit, of course, due to her career of choice, but a thin layer of fat coated her limbs and belly, evidence of an enjoyment of life that wasn’t encouraged in alchemy treaties. She was otherwise healthy enough that she would have had decades left ahead, if it hadn’t been for the deep furrows dug into her chest.
“Without any surprise, it’s the stabbing that killed her”, Tammi commented, indicating the wounds on the dead woman’s chest. “The killer used a blade of some kind, slightly curved. As a matter of fact”, and she grabbed a knife in a plastic bag next to her tools, “it may be a blade like this one, only slightly bigger. There are several of these in various side in the victim’s belongings. The crime weapon may have been part of the collection, and the murderer took it away”.