She was sixteen and innocent. Her mutilated body was found in a desolate park behind her school. Police were able to find some clues to indicate that the crime had been committed by a local resident.
The murdered girl lived with her father’s mother; her parents had divorced and moved out of the town five years back.
It was a small town and everyone knew everyone else. The town had not witnessed such a heinous crime in many decades. But now the town was reeking with distrust. Everyone was acutely conscious of the fact that one of them was a brutal rapist and murderer. Everyone was suspicious of everyone else; everyone was scared of everyone else.
But this distrust somehow did not touch the old woman; the grandmother of the murdered girl. She knew everyone intimately; she firmly believed that they were all decent, easy going and tolerant people; she trusted each one of them.
As was her wont, she would go to the church every day; she would pray for everyone every day; light a candle every day; ardently hopeful that investigation would eventually clear everyone, for she was unwilling to believe that anyone known to her could have committed such a crime.
She died without losing her faith and trust.
A post for Three Word Wednesday
Word prompts- Distrust, Tolerant, Hopeful
And as well for ABC Wednesday T for Trust