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Emerson Lake and Palmer

Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 6:46 am
by unseentangerine
Officer Palmer drove down the long, gravel road to Emerson Lake. It was the humidity that made the 101 degree day run slow.
A cloud of dust caught up with him as he slowed and stopped his old Bronco near the water. In the reeds and grasses near the water's edge, it held a body (two dripping boys had run into town to report it). It was bloated, pallid and of a young woman.
Palmer sighed heavily, “Not again.”
He hefted from his vehicle another girl, and waded into the lake.
“I hope this offering is accepted,” he thought.