At this precise moment I am sitting on the roof, just next to my 'front door'. It is early evening, about 6pm on Monday, 21st of June. I am alone. That's what you're meant to do in a story, right? Place, person ,time? I haven't really had time over the past few chapters to do that. Been a bit busy with, well you know. You are the ones reading this, not me. I'm just living it. The encounter with Fizzy was two days ago, on Saturday. For any of you wondering, the film was good. I haven't seen Fizzy since. We don't usually meet up during the week. She is busy with work and I am well... busy with a different sort of 'work' altogether. Not tonight though.
It's my day off. So I am just chillin'. Looking up at the sky, I can see brief glints from the stars, tucked behind cloud made from the factories on the the other side of the city. I am waiting. I don't know what for. Tomorrow. The day after. The day after that. Or perhaps just for the next 5 minutes to pass. A nice smell drifts up from the restaurant below. I sigh loudly and look down below where my shadow is looking back up at me from the pavement below. Another shadow moves, somewhere off to the right. I see it in my peripheral vision. I tense. I relax and tell myself to calm down and stop thinking the world is against me. The shadow was probably a stray animal like a dog. There are thousands of stray dogs here.
Wait.
I am on a roof. There is no way an animal of that size could have climbed the drainpipe.
There is no other way onto the roof.
Some one is up here with me. I tense and turn around to find a masked figure holding what seems to be a cricket bat behind me. I start thinking of escape plans. The only problem is that I never expected to have to escape from my own house. And here I am. Escaping from my own house.
I move slowly backward until I hear tiles slip below me and crashing on the ground. Surprised, I momentarily lose concentration and turn around.
The bat swings up. The bat swings down. My world goes black. I fall.
What can I say? I have made it extremely clear. I don't like surprises.
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Nine Lives of a Cat Burgler
Action"At this precise moment I am sitting on the roof, just next to my 'front door'. It is early evening, about 6pm on Monday, 21st of June. I am alone. Thats what you're meant to do in a story, right? Place, person ,time? I haven't really had time...
