Wendy, do you know how envious I get when you write this?
The dumpster was cordoned off with police tape. A van bearing the marking of the forensic department was parked nearby, along with two black-and-whites. A couple of uniformed officers stood guard as a man and a woman, dressed in overalls, masks and gloves, as well as protective shoe-coverings, examined the blood-spattered dumpster in minute detail.
Ahh, Wendy! Why is it that you can use your words so perfectly to show this scene so vividly? How unfair is it that I
might have located "dumpster" and "cordon off" in my dictionary (but probably not), couldn't have come up with the black-and-whites, and would have been lucky to even dredge up the "forensic department" from the deepest recesses of my mind, would never have thought of the van bearing the marking of it, and would have been damn lucky if I managed to dress those two people in overalls and protective shoe coverings? Where is the "stomp foot, life is unfair" icon when you need it?
Ann
