This lovely photo of a barefoot woman in a yellow pantsuit standing in the dirt holding a rifle while standing over what looks like a big hole in the barren ground was intended to make you want to buy the car in the background there, a 1966 Vauxhall Viva. Is it working? Do you want to buy a new Viva? Or, perhaps as likely, are you realizing that this photograph will solve a murder you’ve been trying to crack for the past 50+ years?
What’s at the bottom of that pit? Or, if we may be so bold, who?
Why is she out there with a rifle? Is she hunting? But what would she be hunting that needs a rifle out there in what looks like a patch of land just cleared for some kind of major construction? There’s a lot of tire tracks there and almost no vegetation, so I don’t think she’s hunting deer or elk or foxes or, you know, pretty much any big mammal that people hunt.
Lizards, maybe? But with a rifle? And in a yellow pantsuit? And barefoot?
Something isn’t adding up here. She looks pretty proud, too, almost like she’s posing for some other photo, with the photographer off-screen to the left. Is she gloating over some victory? Sending proof to her handlers that she’s, you know, finished the job?
Shit’s going down here, and I want to know what manner of shit it is.
It’s not good, and it’s not selling Vivas, that’s for damn sure.