Andy & His Half Clogged Brain

7

Present

"I mean the game wasn't in their favor from the very beginning, all watchers knew that .They were not in the best of form for this match". Fumbling with my hair I look around but there's no soul in sight

"Guess people don't visit anymore" , I mutter to myself. Not caring for the clothing I'm wearing I sit on the ground.

"I brought you something", taking it out of my pocket , I swing it and it goes back and forth like a pendulum

"I saw this at a store, they are making a lot of this ,these days". I place it above his grave but feeling uncertain I try to search for a rock. On finding the perfect medium sized I bring it and place it above the ring part of the key chain. The key chain was hefty enough for the wind but the idea behind was no one picking it maybe the rock would make them think twice.

I leave the gate open for others who are entering . Opening the passenger car door the smell of cigarettes wafts into my face

"Robert its a grave yard", I exclaim

"Exactly its a graveyard". We've been on the road for a few minutes when he says

"I'm sorry for you're loss". I just nod and let him know his condolences are welcomed. He's usually not prying but today is different. Even bringing him here, though not near him had diminished boundaries we hadn't set

"Who did that?"

"It was an accident. It was also in the newspapers, I'm sure you wouldve heard Young man accidentally sets himself on fire" .
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"Check this out", he hands me the paper from his left hand as the other holds a piece of croissant he just ordered ten minutes ago. I go through the sheet of paper

"This says Evelyn Smith", with a stuffed mouth he answers," Thats the grandma".

"What are we supposed to do with this information?"

"Well it does tell you about her family". I scan the paper again

"Yeah, about people who all died in a car accident. Robert this is a dead end'. Exasperation covers my voice

"Why don't I show you something", taking out the government document from my bag , I throw it at his side of the table

'You know what that is ?, A government notice, they have asked me to appear in the court in a week. And look at us ,we have nothing. I'm going to jail that too for something I didn't do". I'm now in a full blown panic mode

"Andy, we have time". Not listening to him ,telling me to stop . I just keep on walking till everything is out of sight.

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There's a lot of buzzing this time but a silent police station wouldn't convey a good message. I'm sitting on the long bench outside of Marks office with the trademark cuffs around my wrists. Hurried steps enter the corridor , to which no one pays attention except me. I stand up to meet him but his hand on my shoulder pushes me back down onto the bench

"You're dead", he says.

He goes inside the office to talk on my behalf. The thick doors don't seem to be sound proof yet I can't hear anything. No other officer enters the office after Robert. There an big old clock which hangs on the wall at the end of this corridor. My eyes follow its each turn and move , my ears alert to its ticking sound. My line of vision gets blocked by a figure who comes to stand in between. The man adorns the same blue shirt worn by every officer in here but the moustache is unique to a few.

"Good evening Officer", I greet him

"Man, the first time I saw you I knew you were shady".

I enter the small office and look at the faces I knew would be here except her. Her blond hair has been cut to a bob, her ears lack any sort of jewelry , her face has streaks of dried tears and she has wrapped a shawl around her upper body, covering it.