The Kelpie"Warm up?"
The weary voice of the waitress cut through the old man's thoughts. He blinked twice, forcing his tired eyes to focus. His coffee, long cold in its chipped ceramic cup, stared up at him with a black satin sheen.
The forgotten newspaper slipped lazily through his fingers to the faded table top. He spread his hands wide across the newsprint. The bold type of the morning's headline shouted from between thick fingertips. "HUMAN REMAINS FOUND AT LAKE LOUISE"
Remains, he thought to himself. That's a pretty way of putting it.
Pretty enough so that the general public wouldn't have to know the truth. The article noted that police were not releasing the identity of the victim, nor discussing if the incident was a case of foul play or accidental misfortune.
In a week or two the authorities would give up trying to identify the remains. With no leads, and no more of the corpse to be found, the verdict w