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The Wastefulness Of Creation: Part Two


The crowd that started to roam near the crime scene were being held back by yellow, do not cross lines, and uniforms. The talk that was hitting the gay community started to make waves in social media and on radio stations across the nation. It had to start somewhere and the lead detective did not mind it at all. If more ears were listening against the wall, then someone might hear something that could help.

The alley way had no windows, just worn brick and cinder-block patches where windows had once been and most of them were stained with urine and grime. The entrance to the alley way was thin and lined with trash cans and dirty recycle bins that were never used for recycling. The walls were covered with obscenities which were then covered with low grade paint several times, but the obscenities bled through. All the paint did was showcase the expletive, and of course never matched the color of the bricks or cinder-blocks. In other words, they should have just left the fuck words alone.

The only thing that worked properly in that alley way was the transfer shovel used in killing the young gay man and a neon sign above the roof line that advertised a summer alcoholic beverage. Sadly, the neon sign across from the alley way was suppose to advertise drug abuse treatment, but that sign buzzed noisily and worked sporadically.

The lead detective looked at the crowd wondering if anyone there knew the murdered young man. He scanned the crowd stopping at difference faces every now and again. He stopped at a priest who was standing near the cement steps that led into the first section of row-houses. The priest focused bleary eyes back at the detective. The priest's eyelids were saggy and webbed beyond their years. He looked much older than he really was. His cheeks were rough and covered in tiny holes or very large pores. His face was sallow and colorless as if he suffered anguish. In fact it was a pathetic face.

The lead detective smiled and the priest smiled back, revealing missing front teeth and gums that look like it had a long loving romantic relationship with gingivitis. The lead detective didn't want to just stare so he looked beyond the priest as though he was expecting an entourage of angels.

The lead detective was wondering if he should allow the priest through to administer last rites, or say something preachy. Truth be told Detective Nathan Chambers have never stepped into a church since his high school.

The lead detective called to one of the uniforms and one with a football player's build walked over quickly.

“You see that priest over there,” he pointed into the crowd.

The uniform had a difficult time picking out the priest due to the moving crowd, but he did. “Yes, I see him.”

“Do me a favor, tell him I'd like to see him.”

The uniform looked confused.

“Last rites,” the lead detective offered an explanation and the uniform nodded.

When the uniform ducked under the yellow tape to go into the crowd, he didn't politely say excuse me as he shouldered his way between people who didn't move aside. He was acting tough enough to make a statement but not being so aggressive that would land him in the hot chair. He finally made it out of the crowd with only a mustered slur directed toward him and his mother.

Once he was in the clear, it took several moments for his eyes to adjust. Waves of shadows still blurred his vision.

He looked around toward the cement steps, but the priest was no longer there. He then slowly scanned the area and still nothing. He looked across the street and down the road, but there was no priest in sight.

“What the fuck...?”

The uniform looked back toward the crime scene and shrugged his shoulders. The lead detective understood the shrug and copied.

The medical examiner walked out toward the lead detective and touched his arm. He looked back at her and smiled.

“I'm all set here,: she said. “I'll let your department know whatever I find Nathan.”

He nodded with a confused look.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah..” he replied.


He slowly walked away from the doctor thinking out loud. “Why would a priest run when he knew I wanted to speak to him?”

If You Missed Part One, check it out here

  • The wastefulness of creation
    With that, he walked toward the crumbled body like a silent shadow on the wall. He hesitated when he reached the body and saw that it was a young, thin girl. She was strangled and her neck popped instantly. He could tell because of the bones sticking

© 2018 Frank Atanacio


Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on July 19, 2018:

again thank you Dana Tate for reading my flash

Dana Tate from LOS ANGELES on July 17, 2018:

Sounds like maybe a priest was on a vigilante mission. Maybe, well I'm on my way to read part 1

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 24, 2018:

bless you Patricia

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on June 23, 2018:

"Why indeed?" Well done...you style has always made me want to read more....Angels once again are on the way ps

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 14, 2018:

LOL, it's coming Rinita...:)

Rinita Sen on June 14, 2018:

When do we see part 3? Did you kill the priest off before the detective could catch up?

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 07, 2018:

and best wishes to you... :)

Li-Jen Hew on June 07, 2018:

Hahah...best wishes to you! :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 07, 2018:

Get me off the boat.. knowing you.. you'd probably rock it so I'd fall off!!!... Li-Jen... it's good to see you.. stay safe and work hard...:) Frank

Li-Jen Hew on June 07, 2018:

LOL wow words take effect....nah, it's just that our comments remind me of a fight..going back and forth..row row row your boat

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 07, 2018:

LOL, now why would you wanna fight? LOL.. you made me laugh out loud.. the folks in my department think i'm crazy...

Li-Jen Hew on June 07, 2018:

Hahaha....wouldnt want me in any other way ....means you dont want me to be Master in Fighting?

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 07, 2018:

You should get a Masters Degree in Cry Babism...but I wouldn't want you any other way...LOL

Li-Jen Hew on June 07, 2018:

Haha...I know you don't mean to cry lol but it's okay to cry for relief. You know I am the cry baby master right? :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 07, 2018:

No, you were given disinformation... ha ha

Li-Jen Hew on June 07, 2018:

Hahah...I thought crying makes a guy more manly for showing their vulnerable side? Joking. Hehe

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 07, 2018:

aawww.. gonna make me cry.. but Men don't cry.. so I won't...

Li-Jen Hew on June 07, 2018:

Hahhah....you're right in a way. We are strangers.... my friend. Ironic. :) I am fine as long as you are here. :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 07, 2018:

hello stranger... LOL I saw that Cry-Baby Poem and I immediately thought of you... ha ha too funny.. hope all is well with you my friend

Li-Jen Hew on June 07, 2018:

Hey Frank! Superb continuation for part 1! :) Hope to see the next one. I'm so sorry for the late reply to your share of the cry baby poem. I was waiting for the perfect time to read and comment slowly. Thanks so much for sharing! =)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 06, 2018:

thanks for stopping by Genna East

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on June 06, 2018:

Oh, Frank, this second installment is just chilling, and keeps us wanting to read more.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 01, 2018:

Peg Cole thanks so much for your support... bless you

Peg Cole from North Dallas, Texas on June 01, 2018:

You've set the stage for intrigue and drama with the priest's mysterious disappearance. It reads like a true crime story with the yellow tape and gawking crowd gathered next to the graffiti. I'm hoping there's going to be a part three to the story. Well done.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 31, 2018:

Did he find you? LOL thanks manatita for dropping by

manatita44 from london on May 30, 2018:

Why would the priest run, bro? Perhaps he was looking for me. Chuckle.

You're the master, Bro. I await Part 3 with anticipation

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 29, 2018:

Chris thanks so much for visiting my wastefulness ... bless you and I will visit your page to return the favor...:)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 29, 2018:

Nell Rose, good to see you and thanks for the visit

Chris Mills from Traverse City, MI on May 29, 2018:

Frank, you have a way of milking everything out of a scene, the graffiti, the priest's face, the uniform's plow through the crowd. Well, the priest put himself on the detective's radar. Not a good move on his part.

Nell Rose from England on May 29, 2018:

If all priests look like that then I am glad I go to church very rarely! lol! look forward to reading more, nell

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 26, 2018:

thanks Peggy for reading my wastefulness

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on May 26, 2018:

Your descriptions of that priest...especially his "gums that look like it had a long loving romantic relationship with gingivitis"...and the setting is so well done that I almost feel as though I am witnessing it in person. Cannot wait to read more!

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 25, 2018:

Maybe MsDora LOL thanks for stopping by...")

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on May 25, 2018:

Now I'm also wondering about that priest. Hmmm! "His face was sallow and colorless as if he suffered anguish." Maybe he left to go freshen up.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 24, 2018:

okay Sean, don't know what you mean.. but thank you... I know the intentions were good..::)

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on May 24, 2018:

You set the scene for "ten out of ten", you've made the perfect characters, you caught the audience... You've made promises! Let's see, let's see...

Good work, bro!


Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 24, 2018:

I appreciate your sense of humor when I rib you.. peace :)

Clive Williams from Jamaica on May 24, 2018:

lol frank

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 24, 2018:

Clive.. what the hell? more.. oh please!!! You're lucky I didn't dial 911 when I saw you flashing on my page...:) LOL..

Clive Williams from Jamaica on May 24, 2018:

Waiting........................................still waiting...............more?

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 24, 2018:

Flourish thank you so much for the years of support..bless you

FlourishAnyway from USA on May 23, 2018:

A guilty conscience and missing teeth (I wonder if they were recently knocked out?). I hope there’s more!

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 23, 2018:

thanks Rinita for the laugh :)

Rinita Sen on May 23, 2018:

Ah! I knew that couldn't have been the end. It's almost midnight here, and I couldn't wait to read part 2. Hope the priest's gums don't haunt me through the night.. lol

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