Shirley Harring

writer, farmer advocate, madwoman

Florence Francis Onions

December 11, 2014



Her name was Florence Francis Onions and she was 33 years old. She was fond of the water, which became her downfall, since she chose to take the route through Brentleigh Park that night – presumably to take in the last of the lake views before the sun disappeared altogether. She wore contacts, mildly tinted to enhance the blue of her eyes. She was allergic to cats – or, more accurately, cat hair, it seemed – and she shaved, not waxed. She had her hair coloured regularly – the most recent looking just days from fresh, and she kept her nails short and tidy. She flossed regularly and preferred plain, sensible cotton underwear. The content of her handbag added more detail to her story – evidently she was a woman who liked to be prepared, her purse carrying bandaids, a pen – Cartier – a travel pack of tissues and a tube of sanitized handwash – pump variety. She suffered indigestion, or so the packet of Tums suggested.

No, there was no doubt that Florence Francis Onions was a lady who took care of herself. He gazed at her a minute longer, her eyes closed and face at peace, and gently he reached toward her. Carefully, tenderly, he slipped the slender band of gold from third finger, left hand, and held it just a second longer than he needed to, then added it to the tagged bag.

Exhaling, Detective Sergeant Oldfield mopped at his face with the back of his hand. This bloody job never gets any easier. Time to head back to his wife, his kids, his home in the ‘burbs both a lifetime yet just a few streets away from Brentleigh Park. Turning his back on Florence Francis Onions, he whispered a silent prayer and pushed open the double steel doors that led toward his other life. He heard the morgue doors clang closed behind him as he headed toward the carpark.


  1. is it not the coroner or am I being far too obvious?

  2. I could also add more details regarding her activities just prior to her death but that would mean using adult terminology I am not sure you want on your blog.

  3. Well, the removal of the wedding ring, the holding it longer than he needed to indicates that he has a relationship of some sort with the victim, otherwise the wedding ring would have been just another piece of jewelry.

    She was allergic to cats. Or cat hair. Hmm. That’s interesting, and not a tidbit that could be gleaned from an autopsy. That’s information that you’d know if you were part of the person’s life.

    How did the young woman die? She was not robbed. Her jewelry and her purse came with her. So did her sensible cotton underwear, which indicates she was not molested. But she got herself killed while watching the sun go down over the water.

    I’m also intrigued that from the narrative, he appeared to be alone with the body. The question is: what would a detective be doing actually messing with the body? That would be the coroner’s job. I’m guessing that he’s a detective who’s trying to cover something up, most likely a illicit relationship with another man’s wife.

  4. I’m thinking that he knew her in life, and is covering up their (his) secret in death. He “tenderly” slips the wedding ring off, and then heads to his “other” life. I think he is a bigamist. He enjoyed a “married” life with Florence, but having a wedding ring on her finger will raise the question from the Coroner …where is her husband? That’s not to say it would hide it, the ring would leave an indentation, faded skin etc, so it isn’t foolproof. The tagged bag confuses me a bit though, as that makes it sound like it is an evidence bag or something.

    I agree with Debby3768, the cat hair reference and even the reason WHY she wore contacts is not something an autopsy would reveal.

  5. I’m pretty sure Florence knew this man, otherwise he wouldn’t have known she shaved rather than waxed, unless he peeked under the cover and if he did that, shame on him. Pervert.

  6. Could it be he’s investigating the death of his lover??

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