The joys of being a crime writer!
The subject left me quite perturbed as I realised that if I went missing and a body was recovered miles away from home and police asked my Other Half for an identifying feature on the recovered body of a 5-foot brunette, he wouldn’t be able to give them one. So they wouldn’t know if he should be the person to come to look at me!
On the other hand, he has a birth mark on his leg, my son has a mole on the underside of one of his toes and my daughter has a surgical mark from a mole removal.
I have not one identifying mark. For all my ills, they are invisible. I am nondescript.
I am invisible.
I am simply a 5-foot brunette.
This led to much fun at my expense on Saturday.
We sat around a restaurant table laughing about being washed up on beaches, fishes eating away at our faces, people stealing our rings and if I was still able to talk, then I could nag! Not every family’s Saturday afternoon type of conversation!
So, my question to you, is, if you were killed and then found miles from home, are you as nondescript as I am or do you have an identifying feature your loved ones could provide to give an indication to police that they were looking at the correct person?
And, what’s the strangest lunchtime table discussion you’ve had in public?