Dick and Perry weren’t like normal kids. Normal kids didn’t spend hot summer afternoons locked away in their folk’s garage. Normal kids hung out at the store, went skinny dipping down by Sawyers mill, went on first dates to MacAfee’s malt shop on Reinbold St. Dick and Perry did none of these things.
All kids shoot birds. All kids pull rabbits apart. It’s just them being inquisitive their parents said. Leave them be.
In 59 when Dick and Perry drove a grey Chevy into Holcomb, Kansas, society had deemed them safe; Deemed then Normal.
On her farm, Nancy Clutter finished baking a cherry pie.
These words form this my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.
I’m currently reading Truman Capote’s true crime classic, In Cold Blood. My story is a fictional response to what I’ve read so far, in particular, to the two perps, Dick and Perry.