Author: Aeon Cole
Fandom: Twin Peaks
Challenge: 12 Stories // table 6
Prompts: 7, 8, 11, 12
Summary: Observations from Sheriff Turuman’s POV
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I watch as Cooper cradles Leland’s body in his arms. Bob’s gone but he left Leland with all the memories. Everything Bob had done while inhabiting his body was seared into his memory, including what he had done to Laura, and Maddie. As Cooper speaks the words that will guide him into the next life, Leland weeps, his spirit as broken as his body. Cooper looks up at me with tears in his own eyes but all I can do is shake my head and think that sometimes we pay a high price to live in this bucolic little town.
Lies. How do you keep secrets in a town so small that everyone knows everyone? And some of those secrets, man, I don’t know how people live with them. Some of them don’t, I guess. Laura had some whoppers; the sex, the drugs, the abuse. I guess I’m just not much for lies and secrets. I only keep one secret and truth be told, it’s not much of a secret around here. I’m a Bookhouse Boy, like my father before me, and his father before him. We fight the evil in the woods; keep people safe. That’s my big secret.
When Josie left, after the fire in the mill, I didn’t know what to do with myself. She’d just disappeared. Pete kept telling me she’d be back, probably just went shopping in Seattle. But something gnawed at me. I’m the town’s sheriff; I should learn to listen to my gut. But I was in love. Luckily Cooper saw it and when she returned, he didn’t give up, no matter how much I protested. In the end he was right about her, though that’s still hard for me to admit. And now she’s gone for good and we’ll always be apart.
The destruction of Sheriff Harry S Truman, that’s what I should call it. Josie’s death destroyed me, for a while anyway. I wasn’t willing to believe any of what Cooper was telling me about her; that she’d had a hand in the mill fire, that she’d tried to kill Katherine, tried to kill him, that she was in league with Benjamin Horne. He’d seen it all so clearly but not me. I couldn’t see past my love for her. She died in my arms and all I could do was watch the life leave her as her body went limp.