With groceries in both my hands, I was walking down the back alley to my house. I kept the bags by the door and started unlocking the door. The first key failed so I tried the next when I heard a wordless high pitched scream. My head shot towards the direction the back to the key and in hesitation I dropped the keys when for the first time I noticed my neighbor .
Broad shoulders, strong build and a chiseled face, with defined jaw outlined with traces of stubble.
‘What was his name, again? I don’t care. I should be inside my house. 'Come on open dammit.’
After few hours my house was on news for the back alley opened to my house.
I was placing the necessities on the dining table and started eating a chocolate with hot coffee when :
“ It is the same black panther for the dead body has black nail marks. Seems like the murderer had groceries with him”
And I choked on my coffee. ‘What the hell!’
“for there is an orange here.”
I can’t help but say, “ Is this reporter actually nuts why would the murderer leave any clue and what is with the orange , wait wait wait .”
I run to my refrigerator and count the oranges it is one less. I must have dropped it in the alley. The blood drains from my face. Then again, ‘Who would come up and ask if I bought oranges. Ignore.’
My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. I take a big chopping knife and silently move towards the door. I change the channel to music. ‘Me and the rhythm’ by Selena Gomez starts to play.
‘I wonder who’s dying today.’ I swing open the door and hide behind it. The person enters, ”Excuse me. Is somebody home. I came Aaaaaaah!”
And I tackle the person to the floor with the knife to their neck and hands in a painful angle behind their backs.
“Don’t move. I won’t hesitate to use my new knife.” ‘ Though it is a pretty old knife, I use for self defense.’
“Ma'am you have a misunderstanding. I am a cop and live next door. I just came for asking if you saw something strange.”
‘ Shoot! I just raised a knife at a cop. I’m going to the prison definitely!’
I sheepishly move from his back. “ I’m sorry. I got scared when I heard about the murder.”
“ Well, good that your Body is soft and I don’t mind being under something featherlight.”
I blush hard at his comment. Pulling down my shorts.
He, “ So, Did you notice anything strange.”
“Yes” and he takes out a notebook to write down my observation.
“ Only this that this news reporter says the murderer had an orange as a weapon.”
He rolls his eyes and closes the notebook. “ Fine. If you say so.”
Saved. Near Death experience. Nah not so near death. But really a heart stopping experience.
I look at her through the window, How sharp and fast are her movements. Wish I was like her. But then again the most beautiful eyes have cried the most painful tears. And she herself is a beauty star like! I can only wish she is not dead faster than I expect.
Guess I am the devil.
Defintely.
Next Morning
I wake up with my messy braid which was last night neat.
I yawn and go stand at the balcony.
YOU ARE READING
who's diary is it ?
Mystery / ThrillerCold was the night when I saw a dusty diary fallen on the floor next to me.I picked it up and sat reading........ That's all the diary read. I knew who the murderer was and that's when the door opened.
