{"id":1946,"date":"2012-03-30T11:00:29","date_gmt":"2012-03-30T16:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=1946"},"modified":"2012-03-30T11:00:29","modified_gmt":"2012-03-30T16:00:29","slug":"the-blood-on-his-sleeves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=1946","title":{"rendered":"The Blood on His Sleeves (Flash Fiction)"},"content":{"rendered":"

I wasn’t expecting to meet him like that. When I’d received the call from a Keeper that my intended was at the station I wasn’t sure what to do. Ideally my father should have taken the call, but he was off at the train station, where he was to pick my intended up. How had he ended up in a Keeper’s custody?<\/p>\n

I pulled on my sensible navy wool driving coat over my practical lavender day dress, checked to make sure my driving goggles were still in my reticule, and summoned our driver to take me to the station. Belatedly I cursed my foolishness and had the butler send for a public car. It would not do for me to arrive at the station in a hackney cab.<\/p>\n

He was sitting in the chair with a Keeper standing at his back.<\/p>\n

“You must be Mr. Garrison.”<\/p>\n

\u201cJohn.\u201d He inclined his head with no trace of a smile. If I stared at his whiskerless cheeks, I could ignore the drying blood on his shirtsleeves. He looked at ease sitting under the watchful gaze of the Keeper.<\/p>\n

“What is going on here? I thought my father was to meet you at the train station?” My gaze flicked between my intended and the Keeper and then back down to John\u2019s shirtsleeves.<\/p>\n

“Your father is dead, Miss Thornbridge.” They were the first words I ever heard my intended say. An ill omen for our future union.<\/p>\n

“Dead? But that cannot be. He left for the train station but an hour ago.”<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did he die?”<\/p>\n

“Murder.”<\/p>\n

\u201cI do not find this amusing, Sir.\u201d\u00a0 I prided myself on not rising to his bait.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Garrison speaks too hastily, miss. It has not been conclusively determined that he was murdered.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father did not have enemies. Who would murder him?\u201d My eyes narrowed as I caught the Keeper\u2019s gaze dart down to my intended before returning to mine. \u201cSurely you cannot think to blame Mr.\u2014John\u2014for this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJudgment will be withheld until all evidence is furnished.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cInnocent until proven guilty.\u201d John Garrison rose from his chair. \u201cI believe you said I was free to go once Miss Thornbridge arrived?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t leave town. I\u2019m sure we\u2019ll have more questions.\u201d The Keeper sounded reluctant to let him leave.<\/p>\n

\u201cShall we go become better acquainted, Miss Thornbridge?\u201d John held his blood splattered arm out to me.<\/p>\n

I reflexively took a step back. \u201cI should say my respects to father.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, Miss Thornbridge.\u201d John settled back down on the chair.<\/p>\n

The coroner\u2019s office in the basement of the station was kept uncomfortably cool and I wrapped my arms tightly about myself. I dismissed the Keeper. I could not face my father with an audience. He was the only body in the room, laid out on the table with a sheet draped over him.<\/p>\n

I straightened my spine, clenched my jaw, and inhaled deeply through my nose. It took six agonizing steps for me to reach his side. Slowly, I pulled back the sheet and stared down at a face I knew better than my own. Even bloody and mangled, it was familiar. I choked down a sob.<\/p>\n

Murdered.<\/p>\n

The sheet slipped through my fingers. I stumbled back and fell to my knees.<\/p>\n

Who would kill my father?<\/p>\n

The door creaked open. \u201cI asked to be left alone!\u201d My voice cracked and sounded shrill in my ears. Were those tears spilling down my cheeks?<\/p>\n

\u201cYour driver is here, Miss Thornbridge.\u201d<\/p>\n

I struggled to my feet, my eyes squeezed shut\u2014as if that would protect me from the truth. When my back was to my father I asked. \u201cWhat was\u2026 how did he die?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe fell in front of the train, miss.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFell? Or was he pushed?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said it yourself, miss, your father did not have any enemies.\u201d<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

I smiled politely at the driver as John assisted me into the automobile. As soon as we were settled, the engine purred to life and we rolled away from the station. \u201cHow did you manage to bloody your sleeves, sir?\u201d<\/p>\n

I could feel his hand hot on mine. \u201cDo you expect me to admit to murder, Miss Thornbridge? If so, you will be waiting a long while.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are convinced that he was murdered, though?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am convinced that the Keepers believe me responsible.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not. If they believed you a murderer, they would have kept you in a holding cell.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you turn up dead on the morrow, Miss Thornbridge, they will know to arrest me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if I do not?\u201d<\/p>\n

He quirked his lips, \u201cThen perhaps they will begin searching for his true murderer.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked about, not recognizing the dark streets. \u201cDriver, you\u2019ve taken a wrong turn somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFour years in your father\u2019s employ and still you call me driver.\u201d The man spat, turning to reveal a pistol in his hand. \u201cOut of the car.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you plan to strand me here?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n

My blood ran cold and for a brief moment I considered disobeying him.<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep your eyes closed, Miss Thornbridge,\u201d John murmured as he assisted me from the car. I stumbled as I stepped blindly into the alley. A shot rang out behind me. Just one.<\/p>\n

I opened my eyes and turned around. If my father\u2019s driver was going to kill me, I wanted to face him head on.<\/p>\n

John stood there with a gun in his hand, smoke still wafting from the barrel. The driver slumped over the back of the seat.<\/p>\n

\u201cJohn\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

He lowered the gun and turned slowly. \u201cI apologize for the deception, Miss Thornbridge, it was necessary that you remain leery of me so that your father\u2019s murderer could be discovered.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKeeper John C. Garrison, Miss Thornbridge.\u201d<\/p>\n

A Keeper.<\/p>\n

Luckily, there was a tried and true response to such situations, handed down from woman to woman for generations on end. I fainted.<\/p>\n

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