The telephone bell was ringing wildly, but without result, since there was no-one in the room but the corpse. –War in Heaven by Charles Williams
The writing readers prompt from last year was ‘take the first line of the above and begin.’ A refreshed version of my original waits to see if you like my take on it, a very different direction for me and my first stab at writing this year.
The telephone was ringing wildly but without result since there was no-one in the room … but the corpse. I fumbled for my passcard hands fidgeting in each pocket. Once located I waved it in front of the fob. The panel slid left to reveal an image collector, the incessant ring made my ears throb. I pressed my eye to the lens then a swish, the security glass door released. Ring, ring, ring, “Shut up” I shouted as it continued to break the silence. Before a console, I stopped, slid my fingers in the fixed knuckle duster like holder. I hear it ping and pull my fingers free; wipe them clean on the dispensed tissue. I grasped the handle; one twist and I was in.
” Whoever chose this green antique needs hanging.” I say to the room as I unbutton my coat tug at my scarf pushing them together on the hook, ‘ring ring, ring ring’ … “Shut the bugger up.” It rang on while I fastened a white coat; covered it with a rubber apron, pulled surgical gloves into place, once the mask at my neck was tied I was ready for action.
My journey to the wildly ringing beast took forever with polythene goloshes over my shoes. snatched the handset from the cradle as it stopped. An eerie peace fell over the room my heartbeat seemed to echo and bounce off the white walls.exasperated I went to the trolley, wrapped the mike around my ear and began.
“I am unzipping the shroud from the cadaver, still warm to the touch 12° Celsius, samples drawn, toxicological, biochemical and genetic testing is underway along with fluid samples. It is 0600 hours 23rd December 2050, twenty-eight hours since dispatch. X-ray’s, MRI and cat scans completed, copies have been sent by secure imaging to (SIS) and Downing Street.”
My mind focussed and the world shutout once in the flow, the zone I let nothing else penetrate. “External examination. The outer coating as seen has a prominent vein-like structure running just below the dermal membrane. The outer layer has an ashen tinge with some oedema present, on each of the four limbs and rear appendage. Three elongated digits on each limb at angles. Soft tissue is uncovered; no nail or nail bed present; professor Jacobs breaking off at 8.22.”
‘Click’ I pull the microphone from my ear and place it (still running) on the trolly, peel off my gloves and bin them; I rotate my shoulders and stretch my neck feeling a silent click release. In the office area, I open the fridge and retrieve some water. My backside hit the chair; my mind took over. This way of working was intense.
The situation was unbelievable, I still hadn’t got my head around any of it. A car came for me and the official secrets act was sworn and signed before a QC across the City, recalling the facts; seemed so surreal now. I shook my head and stood up stretching. With no time to waste, I set to, putting my mind to the task.
The external exam complete, I was ready to begin the cut. This part of the process was to be documented and observed by an external anatomical pathology scientist. On reaching for the phone it began to ring, I physically jumped, the sound echoed around me, once I was steady I picked up the receiver. “Professor Jacobs lab” three, four minutes passed with me repeating the greeting, I stared down the earpiece; willing a reply. I was squinting so hard my head hurt; it felt uncomfortable, I dropped the phone back on the cradle. My frown stayed when I dialled reception, I was massaging my temples with a free hand, ‘click’ … “Jacobs lab here, I got cut off? Please re-connect my caller.” … Silence ensued “Hello, hello.” There was dead air, no background noise, which would be normal in a busy reception. Once again the handset replaced and my face wore it’s now familiar frown. Throwing a pencil on my desk I said to the room “Sheila’s probably doing her nails… I’ll collect the observer myself while she calls the tech to fix the damn phone, who knows I may get a smart one ‘Huh,’ I logged out once more and walked to the lift. Once more the phone ‘rang and rang and rang, and rang’ but no one was in the room but the corpse.
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What did you think was occurring? Let me know in the comments, I will get back quick smart…
Ha love that last line!!
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Thanks for the visit x
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Wow. That was great, Ellen. I love the way you began and ended it with the prompt line and how you incorporated the phone into the tension and, perhaps, the danger of this situation. A great hook!
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I am happy to have you read and thrilled with the comment. *takes a flourishing bow*
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Love the writing, Ellen! Keep up the good work!
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Many thanks Lisa. 😇
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You’re welcome!
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Great writing Ellen – definitely an alien and I think it was the Mothership calling!
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Oooh the mothership! I like your thinking. 😇
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I am thrilled you visited and love your comment. Come back soon there is a weath of stories poems and music, and occasionally i slip in pieces of me 😇
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I was immediately immersed into this story, all the while thinking of how I would have done this… fascinating. I am so looking forward to reading more of your words and jumping into the reality they create.
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I want to read the rest!! An alien being autopsied. Maybe the hospital is under silent attack by the aliens coming to retrieve their lost member. The ringing phone a side effect of their presence.
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I love when readers give me ideas. Thank you Char.
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Definitely an alien being I’m thinking…. and the phone ringing .. someone from another world trying to get through…!
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Nice to see you Ritu. X Maybe the Alien trying to thwart the autopsy… after all how do we know if an alien even dies as we do…
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Hope you’re feeling better Ellen 😊
And who knows? Aliens are a mystery!
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Slowly getting better than I was, I just have to get used to a different me I think. X
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You’ll get there lovely and be just as wonderful as ever xxx
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Ooh, obviously a futuristic autopsy of supernatural intent. Is Professor Jacobs the cadaver not yet realising it’s him I wonder. Phones ring, but being a deceased spirt he’s not hearing anything corporeal. Maybe the cadavers face is missing and his soul has not contemplated being deceased yet so he carries on his work….
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Will we ever know? But your imagination inspires me come again soon. X happy weekend.
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well, all that security made me think something paranormal was about to happen. it was intriguing
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You are correct a ‘Top secret, alien corpse…’ thank you for coming.
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This is really good! Found your blog from Hughs site, so will be reading more of your stories 🙂
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Thank you i appreciate your coming and love to chat. 😇
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I look forward to meeting you in London.
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Oh good yes I look forward to it, in fact you’ve just reminded me to book my train tickets 😂
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I love this so much mystery. Who is ringing? Is the body human? Are the Government trying to cover something up?
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Oh yus yus yus! P.s. i personally haven’t met a human either deceased or living that had … a rear appendage.
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You never know!
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Ummm … I may have an inkling haaaheheee!
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Thank you for reading.
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How many appendages did it have? Aaahhhh! An Alien corpse
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I knew it was autopsy but I thought it was going to be that something was wrong with the corpse and they were trying to warn her before she got too close or cut it open or….
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well written
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That’s such a great Line! I love it!
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Thanks for coming Phil being unwell has kept me away, it is always good to know someone still visits. x
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Time Travel to achieve an autoposy of high profile unsolved crime?
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No an Alien autopsy… but is it dead? 😱😨😲
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More to the point, do its friends know it’s being probed?
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*snarling growl* THEY KNOW EVERYTHING…
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Larger forces seem to be at work in this one. No one will be visible anywhere in the building, but no doubt someone is watching. She’all be on the run with a mystery to solve.
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Very good, I love that no – one is visable *dons invisibility cloak* …
‘Ring, ring, ring, ring, ringggggggggg….’. *cackles*
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