TITLE: Presumed Alive
Close to midnight with no wind. Lake Michigan at its wave-lapping quietest. Four dead souls were found at the lovers’ point in Centennial Park, Wilmette, Illinois.
A late night jogger enjoyed the slowly approaching coolness of the evening. He wasn’t sure what attracted his attention. When the police asked, he guessed his eyes were drawn to the four in the car, two women sitting next to the men, front and back, because they were not embracing. Just the opposite, each head had swayed outwards towards the side windows of the car. The cheek of the woman in front was pressed hard, pancaked, against the window glass of the passenger side door.
The jogger approached, only slightly altering his path, expecting to hear voices. Students at the nearby university often parked to watch romantic sunsets or some high school students, desperate for privacy, would snuggle against each other for precious moments before their curfew. They’d be attempting to hide from view exactly where their hands were wandering. No, he wasn’t some kind of pervert, he told the plain clothes policeman with the insulting manner. He was just curious and things looked wrong.
When he jogged closer, then ran in place trying to get a good look into the car, he decided the four had simply fallen asleep. Their eyes were all shut. That would explain it. They‘d been watching the end of the day, had talked about things that lovers do, then, peacefully, delightfully fell into pleasant dreams.