เมื่อหลายเดือนก่อนได้มีโอกาสกลับไปเยี่ยมบ้าน คุณแม่เอาสมุดจดเก่าๆสมัยเรียนมัธยมมาให้ดูว่ายังจะเก็บไว้หรือเปล่า เปิดดูแล้วก็รู้สึกตลกกับสิ่งที่เรียนเขียนในสมัยก่อน (คงเหมือนกับบล็อกอันนี้ ถ้าในอนาคตกลับมาอ่านใหม่) พอได้อ่านสิ่งที่เขียนไว้ในอดีตก็ทำให้เรานึกถึงความรู้สึกตอนที่เขียนสิ่งนั้น ถึงแม้มันจะเป็นเรื่องแต่งก็ตาม บางทีเราอาจจะได้ค้นพบสิ่งที่เราลืมไปแล้วในช่วงเวลาหลายปีที่ผ่านมา
*เรื่องต่อไปนี้เป็นเรื่องที่แต่งขึ้น(เมื่อหลายปีมาแล้ว) ชื่อ บุคคล สถานที่ ธุรกิจ หรือ เหตุการณ์ใดเป็นเรื่องที่สมมติขึ้นจากจินตนาการของผู้เขียน หรือ ถูกใช้ในงานเขียนเท่านั้น ความคล้ายคลึงกับบุคคลที่มีอยู่จริงไม่ว่าจะมีชีวิตอยู่หรือเสียชีวิตไปแล้ว หรือเหตุการณ์ที่เกิดขึ้นจริงเป็นเพียงความบังเอิญเท่านั้น
*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A famous detective in Kent, George Howards was meeting his customer, Miss Emily Ricci.
George: "So, you want me to find someone."
Emily: "Yes, he's so important to me. I can't live without him."
George: "Do you have his picture?"
Emily: "Sure, this is him."
George: "Could you tell me more details about his disappearance?"
Emily: "It was three days ago. We were at the park. I was looking at a child who's playing football when I turned back to him, he has gone. If I watched him more carefully, he would not be missing. I really think he was kidnapped."
Then she started to cry. He gave the picture back to Emily as he continued asking more questions.
George: "Do you have any suspect?"
Emily: "I don't know... Um. wait a minute. Oh! maybe there must be the man on the motorbike. About a week ago, he was passing by our house every evening."
George: "Do you remember him?"
Emily: "No, I don't but his motorbike has a sticker said 'Road Burner'."
George: "Road Burner?"
Emily: "Yes, I'm very sure about it."
George: "OK. I'll do this job. If I find him, I will call you at once."
He put on his Ray-Ban, walked to his car. He picked his mobile phone and called his assistant, Susanna.
George: "Hello, It's me. I want to know about 'Road Burner'."
Susanna: "Road Burner?, I'll check Um Oh my god!"
George: "What's wrong?"
Susanna: "I'll send it to your handtop."
George turned on his handtop, the personal computer that contains ultra-speed processor chip but its size is only the palm. The data was still sending. He looked at the screen and was amazed.
"Oh Shit!" He shouted. "Susanna, book a ticket to Brazil for me right now"
"I booked it already" Susanna replied.
"You are so clever, Thank you."
"Bye, George"
He started his Chevrolet and drove to the airport. When he went to the counter and confirmed his ticket, the PA announced "All flight are cancelled because of the whether..." looking through the window the fog turned outside to a big white canvas. He glanced at his watch and decided to wait. A few minutes later there was another announcement but this time it said his name to answer the phone at terminal II.
When he got there, it was nothing. He was turning back to go to the PR, to his surprise he found himself was surrounded by four strangers in black suit and sunglasses. One of them had a gun in his hand pointing at him. They forced George to go to a storage room. While one of them was opening the door, he knocked him to the floor. The rest was reaching out for their guns but they weren't fast enough. George shot their hands with his silenced-gun then asked "Who's your boss?" but before they could say anything the airport security arrived and took him to security office.
Two hours later, George was free but he missed the plane. He was looking for the next flight but had no luck. He decided to go home. At his house he found something strange, the door was opened. Somebody must break into his house. He held his gun firmly and slowly got into the house. He walked through the living room, there was nobody. He continued to the kitchen, just before he got in, there was a noise in his bedroom on the second floor. He ran towards to the stairs but there was someone shadow laying down on the stairs. The intruder was walking down the stairs. Suddenly the telephone rang, the intruder panicked, he went back upstairs, jumped out the bedroom window and had gone.
George rushed to his bedroom. He found it was very untidy because the intruder must search for something.
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