Loren's Idiot: A Fictional Narrative

“Alright just tell me one thing...who’s on top?” Loren jumped up, out of his seat and lunged at the man. Kevin jumped off of the desk and attempted to run away. Loren picked up the stapler on his desk and threw it with deadly precision at the back of his head. Kevin cursed, holding the assaulted spot and rounded the corner. “Idiot,” Loren sighed, sitting back in his chair. His work went undisturbed for a few hours, before his phone rang. “Hey, Loren,” Danny spoke on the line, “Come here.” She stood in the middle of the hanging photos. Her brow was crumpled, teeth worrying her bottom lip. The picture in front of her caused her stress. Loren came in, noticing the way she stared at one picture. He looked at it, seeing past the dead body. The sheer amount of blood made him nauseous. He liked to pay attention …show more content…

“Is that some weird lense thingy?” she asked, pointing to a bright glowing section by the victim’s face. It shone a pale silver, coming from within the puddle of blood by her mouth. Loren looked a bit closer. “I don’t think so. I mean, it could be the flash from another camera,” he offered. “Wouldn’t we see that in the rest of the blood around the area? There’s nothing,” she marvelled. “Yeah,” Loren pushed his hair back from his face. “It could be an imperfection. I was rushing-” “No you do good work. Have a little faith in yourself. I was hoping for some kind of visual phenomena.” “What do you think it is?” “I don’t know, and it’s soul vexing,” she growled, throwing her hands up in frustration. She stomped over to her desk and flopped in her chair, brooding as she glared at the collection of pictures. “I’m sure it’s nothing important.” Loren tried to soothe her, “it’s probably just shiny trash.” “Loren, what did I say about trying to do my job,” she asked. He could tell from the tenor of her voice that she was thoroughly peeved. “Don’t,” he answered with a quiet sigh. “Listen, I’m gonna go work on your apology letter for