It was days before we found her, and when we did, it was a pretty sight.

Yes, I mean that.

There was beauty in finding the last victim, but finding her as she was, her body rigid and cold among the brambles deep in the woods, that was beautiful, too.

Like she deserved to be laid to rest there, and here we came to take her body and turn it into evidence.

It isn’t fair, how some lives end before they really had a chance to begin.

What a beautiful dress she was wearing.

I wonder where she was headed.

I’m on a mission to write 1,000 one hundred word stories. Follow along with me and see how long it takes!

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