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Tattoo: A Fictional Narrative Essay

2197 words - 9 pages

I woke up feeling exhausted and wondering what the day has in store. The giant sun rose into the sky-high above and the sea shimmered in the sunlight as the first rays of morning sun tiptoed through the sand making its way towards me. The light ran furiously and parched my closed eyelids as it poured in a white image. The sounds pounded my head like a construction site. In between this time, I prised open my eyes and saw a bottle of VB lying on the carpet and next to it was an ash tray full of cigarette buds.
The naked street light outside stood in the bleak weather, shivering in the frosty cold and looking like it desperately needed a sweater to keep warm. I turned on the TV and went to take a shower. The water is rich in minerals and condensed every part of my body on contact. The water slides across my witch-shaped eyebrows making its way to my blonde hair. I took a peep through my window and soon realized I wasn't the only one woken up. There were birds singing, the winds howling, the ocean tides roaring and trees lurking in the shadows. I flicked through the pages of the newspaper and saw the murder of President Harold. My mind was reeling about the President’s disappearance. In a minute, the phone screamed in a high-pitched voice. I took the phone and said, "Hello, Sandy Beaches speaking".
"Oh, there you are Sandy," replied Auto.
"Tell me Auto what I can do you?"
“Now, look I've got an important job for you. You will be paid a lot, out of my expenses, Sandy," said Auto. “Ok your job is to investigate the murder which occurred in the under basement of the casino. Good luck and by the way there is a new member in our crew. Be polite and friendly to him."
“Of course I will - you know me,” I said and ended the phone. I got in my car and started driving towards my office.
How did President Harold die? Did he get murdered or is he assassinated? Who are the suspects? What is the new bloke like? Is he nice and gentle? These were all the questions that scattered in my brain. I couldn’t just find the solutions yet. I parked my car under the basement of my office. There was an elevator directly to the office. I have a huge room occupied by the black glass desk and on it were a computer and a cabinet with all the paper work. The office has a view of the whole city. The windows gave views to the open road, park and a casino. I sat in my office and waited for Auto to call me. Meanwhile, I opened the half read newspaper and started doing some Sudoku puzzles. There was a Knock on the door and it was Jenny. She is a hot-looking girl with perfectly curved lips and legs. She is exuberant with dazzling blue eyes. She holds a huge dab of lip-gloss on her perfect heart-shaped lips. She is a spoilt child to be honest.
“Mr Auto wants you,” she said.
“I will be there in a tick,” I replied.
Gosh! She is arrogant. I went to Auto’s office and got the report of the murder.
“And by the way Sandy, this is the new member in our team,” said Auto....

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