‘How long before it reaches the surface?’
‘I’d say we have twenty minutes.’
‘Do we know what it is? Have forensics been contacted?’
‘They’ll not touch it until it’s surfaced. All we can do is wait and see. Whichever way it turns out, they’ll be someone disappointed.’
‘So should we just sit here? Or come back?’
‘Let’s sit. It’s not as if we have anything else to do, and personally I’m as keen as anyone to find out of the Easter Bunny lays white or milk chocolate eggs.’
This story is written in response to Sacha Black’s latest writespiration, here. The words came from my journal as the nearest writing to hand when I read her post and have been highlighted. The picture I took today in Dulwich Woods.