18 August 2012
I have never written about myself because I hate doing so, and therefore this story will be fictional.
Today started normally, with me lifting my head off of my pillow, hearing the chirp of the birds float through the trees around the house, and the sun filter through the window pane. As I lugged my body off my bed, the floorboards creaked below me, and I found myself once again looking forward to a day bathing in the sunlight.
I was brushing my teeth when I heard it, the sound of a big glass window smashing into a million diamond like shards. Immediately my tooth brush clattered to the floor as I raced down the stairs three at a time, only to see a black-clad figure flee through the hole in the conservatory holding numerous valuables including my wallet, phone and other electronics. After my moment of shock I stepped warily towards the gap in the house, making a distinct effort to avoid the glass spayed across the carpet. My second day of holiday making had taken a turn for the worst!
Just Another Story #1 • Opuss № I