It's been a little over a month since my birthday, It's the 7 of July 2022.
Slipping through the cracks in the smoke and dust covering the sky sunlight breaks into my room.
It's rather windy outside and I feel cold, Although one internet search says it's 29 degree celsius outside and no I don't have the air conditioner turned on, In fact, I don't have an air conditioner, it's just my condition the thing I suffer from making me feel this cold or it's just an old habit cause just how hot it gets here.
I sit wrapped in a blanket on my bed, writing this.
It's eerily quiet for a Thursday day afternoon, If it were any other day I did hear the birds chirping in the park I can see from my window, The pigeons flapping their wings, The children playing in the park, People taking a walk and the loud arguments in the market next door.
But it's not like any other day, It has drizzled since last night.
The sky is covered with clouds with a blue hue in it in the darkness it is almost as if it were painted by a brush with watercolor, sunlight scatters breaking through it at various places on the far horizon,
'magnificent'
it's the only word I can think of when I look at it.
it's almost like spotlights from heaven falling upon the ground. I am not religious, but it's the best way I could think of to sum this up.
it's rather dark for a Thursday afternoon. It almost feels like night, the streets are wet a man walks with an umbrella.
Do you remember the old cycle bells that used to go ring...ring? a very melodious sound? a man on an old rather rusted bicycle paddles away through the puddle on the wet road.
that man? it's not me. I just see him from my window.
It's gloomy and somber, it feels like something very sad something very tragic has taken place, and this place this city has fallen into silence.
But this feeling? this feeling is not far off from the truth, something sad and tragic did happen and this city indeed fell to silence.
This morning they discovered a corpse of a 16-year-old high school girl under the bridge near here. I didn't go to see it, It was posted on the neighborhood watch group.
They even sent a photo of the girl, without blurring it and some people had some pretty angry reaction, to say the least, but again who would not, it was gore, to say the least.
it was the 3rd corpse of a girl of this age to be recovered in the city in the last 2 months, people are panicking, to say the least, They don't let their children out of home anymore.
There's a family of pigeons who have happened to build a nest right across from my window they perhaps have been here longer than me.
There's a tiny little rusted piece of tin sheet about 1 by 1 foot the owner of the adjoined building had it installed to provide them with a shed over their nest, to protect them from the rain, He is an older gentleman in his 60s. I have never talked to him nor have we crossed paths sometimes when cooking I just see him sitting in his recliner watching tv in his room, that's the only thing he seems to do all day, my kitchen window is right across from his living room. He also seems to have a live-in nurse. Who takes care of him?
I have never talked with him nor have we crossed paths, we just seem to make eye contact and bow at each other sometimes when I go to hang my clothes outside and he did be cleaning the house. I am an inclusive homebody my work makes me stay home most of the days. But I do like traveling when I can.
Then how do I know he is a live-in nurse? it's all hearsay. Yes, I have a friend in the neighborhood who knows everybody and everybody knows him you know the really extroverted kind, I am an introvert, so he is the exact opposite of me to say, he is the only friend I have and he told me all this, that's how I know it.
That the other person living with the gentleman is a live-in nurse and the gentleman is retired and in his 60s, and before retiring he was a big shot in a public company.
It's all hearsay.
Covered by the rusted piece of tin 4 of them sit beneath it taking shelter from the drizzle. I mean the pigeons
I live in a peaceful but not so quiet neighborhood, It's a mixed neighborhood so lots of businesses are around here,
This place is anything but a place I can call home, it is just a passing shelter for me just like a migrating bird, who stops to take a rest along the way. Unlike the pigeons, it's just a place I can stay till I can build my own home, A place, A nest to rest.
I completely forgot to Introduce myself, I am 22 and a writer by profession but if you are reading this it already means you know my name and everything so I won't bore you with all that
Since you are reading this detective let me ask you, Am I alive?
By now you have found the missing piece of accessories from the 3 of the corpse discovered in the last 2 months neatly placed on my bed, But trust me, detective, I am alive or dead, I didn't commit the crime I am being framed.
"Item Number 64"
sound of the camera shutter
A tall man in a perfectly fitting black jacket and black denim pants is standing in front of a desk places the letters in an envelope and seals it, Behind him, another man in a white biohazard suit seems to take pictures of the bed with a DSLR.
Camera flashes
3 red purses lay on the bed neatly placed in a symmetrical manner.