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The Unlucky Birthday
“I was there when it happened.” Detective Mainy turns around to find a young little girl. She wore eyes of emerald green and her blond silky hair was enchanted with beautiful sapphire ribbons.
“Oh really? What is your name?” He asked differently, praying for a hopeful clue.
“Abigail Christie.” Abigail let out her hand to detective Mainy’s hand, although he pushed it away.
“Now Abigail, what happened exactly?”
“Well” she began “I was guh-guh-getting off the b-b- bus that stopped in front of my h-h-house and got off, that is when I-I-I realized that I was walking the wrong d-d-direction. So I turned around, but at the moment I turned, there lay the body of my poor old neighbor Mr. Collin on the bare ground! But that was not all, I s-s-studied the unfortunate m-m-man very closely, that is when I saw sharpie pen marking on his s-s-stomach! When I looked up, the culprit was already running away.” She hesitated. Detective Mainy nods. But he didn’t have a good feeling.
Police cars, doctors, fire trucks, all surrounded the poor guy. And so far detective Mainy had interviewed one witness. Luckily the policeman brought 2 other suspects that could’ve been the culprit. One by one he asked different questions. The first suspect was an older lady.
“I swear I wasn’t the bad guy, detective! I was just getting some presents for my grandchildren, when I heard a horrifying scream.” He nodded and let the poor old lady go.
Next was a more muscular man, he wore several different massive tattoos that covered most of his pale skin and unusual piercings. Although, I did not expect his voice to sound younger and more childish. He began “The name’s Vincent. You aint askin me anything, I aint doin nothing.” He proclaimed.
“Sir Vincent, I shall ask you anything I please. Now, considered as one suspect, you have the right to explain what you saw or heard.”
The man shrugged “ok ok. I was going to Mr. Collins house to give him a cadeaux for his birthday. The next thing I knew is that he was a dead man with plain old pen markings on his belly!” Detective was getting to the interior of the case.
“Now, Now calm down. So you said that it was this man’s birthday?” he asks hoping for a positive answer. Vincent nods and makes his way to the older lady that was rocking herself back and forth, acting beyond worried.
The little girl was struggling to walk. Her face was pale and her hands trembled as she made her way to the velvet couch that sat in the corner of the room. The detective watched her every move as she approached the rather soft chair.
“This was the couch he read to me on.” She said
The detective observed the room then called out to the suspects. They all made their way single file to that couch. The older lady swore and swore that she is innocent and that she was madly disappointed that her one and only friend lay lifeless in a grave. Vincent just sat there unconvinced, while Abigail played with her sapphire ribbons.
“Now,” Detective Mainy began “hand over the pen Abigail!” the two other suspects gasp.
“What?! You can’t possibly think it was me!” She said shivering as the thought came to her mind again.
Detective Mainy nods. “But of course. You were the only one who knew it was a sharpie.”
“Fine! I did it! Because today was his birthday and he didn’t even pay attention to me. Usually he reads me stories and plays with me, but not today!” She throws the pen to the detective and storms her way out. The accomplices’ of the detective followed her. Another problem solved, Detective thought. Another problem solved.
Article posted April 16, 2012 at 09:53 AM •
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