Beneath the Ashes

As he stared at the rear entrance, two CSIs shuffled through. One carried what looked like a stretcher, the other a green body bag. Mac waved them over.
Jackman frowned, “You’re using a stretcher?”
Mac nodded. “He’s fragile. I need to keep him as intact as possible.”
Jackman watched as they hooked gloved hands around the shell of the charred remains. The body appeared to be stiff, the right arm glued to the side of the head on one side. A CSI with a camera stepped forward and clicked, recording every movement. They gently transferred it across to the stretcher. More flashes. They were almost there, rising to a standing

ups and downs

unrelenting support through all the ups and downs with my writing

they’ve gone bananas

downgraded his charge to possession of firearms

if you will discharge yourself from hospital, what do you expect?

water were seeping through the wadding

She glanced fleetingly

Footsteps descended stair

retrieved the book from the floor