My mother was on the road when she realized that she had forgotten to leave the blood-covered phone in the flat where she found it. "THERE IS NO WAY I AM CARRYING AROUND SOME MURDERER'S PHONE WITH A STRANGERS BLOOD ON IT!" she shuddered. So, she ever so casually threw the phone by the side of the road so that it slides down into the mud.
The sister saw my mother drop something. She picked up the phone and screamed my mother's name. But she had already drifted off to a distance from which it was impossible for her to hear the sister's voice. That's when the sister noticed that it was covered in blood, the phone.
Determined to find the owner of the phone, she set out towards the nearest cyber intelligence lab. Her eyes were dry, she hadn't cried a whole lot for her dead sister. Not as much as the day she was told that her sister had cancer.
"THE GIRL WAS 15." the receptionist explained. "SHE WAS OF REMARKABLE BEAUTY, YOU KNOW....HER GOLDEN HAIR, SHARP CHEEKBONES....BEFORE, YOU KNOW, HER HAIR STARTED FALLING AND HER EYES TURNED DARK." she continued. I zoned out. Wait. Dark eyes?
My mother got into the cab and showed the driver the address. Immediately, jolting to a start, she was off on a journey, turning out to be more and more like one of her daughter's mystery novels.
The rain first started in drizzles but was now beginning to feel like a storm to the sister. Drenched, her feet felt even heavier on the road. She looked down at the phone. The blood was washing away in the rain. And as it had the power to heal almost anything, she was envious of the rain. This was somehow a part of her sister's mystery, she had a hunch. Parts, are the only thing, she reminded herself, that could make a whole.
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Striking Blue
Mystery / ThrillerNot only a story of a girl fighting through her reality but also a realization that most of us, if not all, would go through heaven and hell...for mystery, for solutions...and most importantly for the ones that we love. She lost her best friend to a...
