A Simple History In Town

Chapter 1

Here I am, like everyday for the past 5 years, in Livestone, the most boring and racist city in the United States. As I said before, here I am, doing my everyday routine.

My phone rings at 6h00 in the morning. I wake up and go directly to the shower. After the 14 minutes I pass under the hot water, I put my suit on and prepare my bag, I take: my toothbrush, my deodorant, my work documents,my pass, my phone, my wallet and the I-don't-know-how-many-keys. I put my cheap jacket on, I go outside and close the door behind me.

My car, a Volkswagen GTI, is waiting for me just in front of my little house situated on Irsel's Street. It's 6h32, I go inside my vehicle, who, by the way, smells like cherry, and go to Rimen Cafe.

I enter the cafe and notice something I never noticed, the air smells like a cookie dipped in hot chocolate when normally it smells like italian coffee. I say hi to Ramon, the cafe owner, and then direct myself to my usual seat just behind the big window that gives to Nussel Street. I look outside, the street is deserted, like usual. It's calm and the sun is just starting to appear. Ramon comes and asks me:

"Hello Patricke, hauw 're you doinge?"

Ramon's accent always made me laugh, it was a mix of mexican and american accent.

"Good, as usual" I responded looking at him.

" Whot's you'r order?"

"For God's sake Ramon! You already know the answer : a pumpkin coffee with chocolate sprinkles on it and a croissant."

"It wille be redy in... let's saye... 2 minutes"

"Okay"

I know it wasn't going to be ready in 2 minutes for Ramon wasn't a very punctual person. My coffee will be ready in 6 minutes.

6 minutes later Ramon finally arrived with my order. It was 6h54 when I finished my breakfast. I called Ramon for the bill and paid it.

I got my jacket and ran towards my car. Then I went to the police station, a very old building on Follice Street. I arrived at 7h21. I showed my pass to Norma, the secretary, and let me go to my office or should I say my cubicle. James, who was like me, a detective, was already there. He is the Sheriff's favorite, he always have the best cases. He is perfect, perfect teeth, perfect eyes, perfect blond hair, perfect ears, perfect head shape, perfect nails, perfect fingers, perfect legs, perfect nose, absolutely everything he has and everything he is, is per-fect. But I'm not jealous, well, maybe a little bit jealous but I am surely smarter.

I sat in my little office and took out my work documents to put them in a pile. I took the pile with me to the Klanton sheriff's bureau. I knocked and entered without hearing someone say "Enter". When I went inside the simple room I found out Charlotte talking to the Sheriff. Charlotte Donnogan is the prettiest and smartest woman I have ever known. She has brown eyes that are covered by her dark brown hair. If I could marry her, I would without hesitation. I could say that I am in love with her, but she is definitely not in love with me. She thinks that I am not mature enough, that my smell hurts her nose, that I am too skinny, have no muscles and that I dress like a 75 years old guy. James is also in love with Charlotte, but she hates him even more that she hates me. She says he's too fancy, selfish, self absorbed and all he likes to do is gossip.

The Sheriff is a serious and honest person. He is the only person I know who is not yet divorced. He has 2 daughters who are his priority. Sometimes he can be very annoying and sarcastic.

So I entered the room, and both Charlotte and the Sheriff looked at me as if I interrupted their conversation, which I did. I stood there for at least 10 seconds when finally my boss said:

"Okay Charlotte. You can now leave"

She left without saying anything but she gave me her famous death stare. I waited until Charlotte left, and then turned towards the Sheriff and said:

"She is definitely not in a good mood"

"Stop your bad jokes and tell me why you are here." he responded.

"So here are all the cases I had this week, including Mr.Popper's "fake case"."

"And what is it that you want now?"

"Well, another case"

"Oh, yes!"

He looked for a file in his enormous pile, then gave me one and I left.

Now you know my everyday routine. I like my life, but I strictly do not like my job. I guess I would if I lived in the 50's when Livestone was the city known for its murders and kidnappings, but unfortunately I live in 2018 where technology reigns the world and where there are no murders or kidnappings to solve. All we have to solve now are fake robberies imagined by old persons or cats that get stuck in trees with no apparent reason. But I am not complaining because at least they pay me.

I went to my cubicle and sat down. I opened the file to read my case:

Robbery at Mrs.Huston's house on Abemond Street.

Mrs.Huston says that someone infiltrated her house while she was doing her daily promenade and stole her dead husband's, Mr.Huston, old watch.

I knew that this case was a fake one and that Mrs.Huston just lost it or put it somewhere she forgot. But I still went to her house because it's funny to see the reaction of aged people when they found out that nothing was robbed.