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February 5, 1976. One of few nights in history when San Francisco would speak of snowy memories. The silent flurries looked like television static against the glow of the Golden Gate Bridge railing and towers, disappearing into the dark bay waters below where Gordon Harris had jumped mere hours before, taking the stories of three women’s final moments with him.
Suicide was perhaps the one somewhat original act of his short-lived legacy as a serial killer. Unbeknownst to Gordon, his decision to abruptly end his violence (with more violence, accordingly) was a statistical anomaly for those of his ilk, particularly as he was no person of interest for authorities. Or anyone else, for that matter. The shallow graves of Debra, Lourdes, and Leeane would all be discovered and investigated years from now. But the cases would forever remain as cold as the silent snow that now blanketed their bodies.
A troubled childhood, a failed army stint, two broken marriages, and years of drifting through the Pacific Northwest: these were less original parts of Gordon Harris the murderer. Equally so was his penchant for preying upon the runaway girls hitching rides from interstate off-ramps, the ones whose eyes were ringed with lifetimes of damage. He was bent on destroying the weakness he recognized in himself, the same weakness he so despised. The weakness swallowed in a four-second fall and snowy splash, unseen by a soul.
San Francisco would awaken on February 6 none the wiser, enchanted by a world of purity.
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Elle Marie
Western NC-based gal who writes sometimes. I like plants, cats, and going to pretty places.
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Comments (2)
This was a good and interesting story. I loved your description of the snow falling and looking like tv static, that was cool.
Very peculiar