The past...tied up this time

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Stop thief...

He heard footsteps in the hallway and froze. The street light threw a patch of white on the wall opposite the hallway. He waited. He then saw the silhouette move quickly across in the light, to the living room which was dark. He looked around for something to hold. A weapon. Quick. Anything, blunt, long, thick. He quickly unplugged the fancy table-lamp beside the door, and pulled it, clutching it hard.

He hoped the loud click wasn't loud enough to be heard. He moved to the door and stood right beside it, waiting. He didn't want any surprises. He waited a good one minute. No sound. No footsteps. What was this guy upto? He crawled through the hallway to the dark living room. There was a loud crack. Funny, the room was dark, but how did that bright star appear on the ceiling? He slumped to the floor, his head resonating with a deep hum.

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"Hello police station?"

A response crackled from the other end, asking him what it was.

"I want to report a burglary in my house."

Another query crackled inside the mouth-piece.

"What? No, I'm not held hostage. I knocked him out, and tied him. Yes, yes..please send someone over quick. Thank you."

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