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Constable Barrymore's Death: A Short Story

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All he done was blink, but in the time between his long lashes colliding and separating, Constable Barrymore had stepped forward with an erect arm, punching his fellow officer in the face. It hadn't been an act of aggression, Nathaniel thought, merely spontaneous crime and punishment. The people in the street had turned to them, mesmerised by the sight of two uniformed officers in the heat of a brawl. But there were no further punches delivered. The man was out for the count, a bloody tooth resting on the curb beside his motionless head. Father Mattius peered down, shocked, but he didn't demand an explanation; didn't dare. He'd seen the wrong in his actions, but that didn't mean that the scapegoating would stop, not while he can justify it. …show more content…

Addressing people who no doubt would argue the lynching. Defend the villagers of Delum as much as ridicule them for their hasty and brutal punishment, all the while avoiding the pint-sized elephant in the room. Even those in Delum would be doing the same thing this morning, should they still have had a church in which to discuss the issue. But now as the scapegoating was deemed irrelevant, a thing that has evidently inflicted madness among the stable-minded and swiftly converted rage to overwhelm those who had been left afraid in the wake of its departure, the matter could leave his mind entirely. He had to be focused on the speech. It would have to be inspiring, bleak and to the point. Himself, Vicar Jessop and Constable Barrymore would have to convince a still highly startled party of churchgoers, to join their happy band of daring …show more content…

The village remained a ghost town, peering over his shoulder once more while passing through the churchyard, understanding that he would be addressing over a hundred people. Entering through the bulky, iron doors, he slipped in as everybody was taking their seats in the creaky pews. Constable Barrymore started down the isle towards him, in uniform and with a look of relief across his tired, easily flushed face. Reaching Nathaniel, he tugged him by the arm further towards the rear of the church. Once certain that they were out of earshot, he whispered, "I got worried you wouldn't show up." "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied coolly, eyeing the backs of several heads. "What's the local gossip been like this morning?" "Last night's events of course. Have you seen the papers?" "Unfortunately, yes. Put me off of my

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