The detectives surveyed the room from the threshold, one squeezing an iPad and the other shining an industrial flashlight.
“I don’t get it,” said the one with the iPad. “Dozens of people walked through here. Did she tell you what happened?”
“Sort of,” said the other, the flash light nodding with his head. “She told me that rotting paint peeled the eyes. Noses sucked in the stink of mal-past time. Decaying walls shook when barely touched. Shrieks molested the ears. All came into the room—through it—and all failed to sense its neglect.”
“Not all.” The iPad shot a picture.
“No, not all; she also said her womb tasted the baby’s pain before any eyes saw the tiny corpse bundled up in the box under the table.”
Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler
for Magpie Tales 2010