Time's case

CHAPTER 1.

“Stephen its 8 o’clock, aren’t you preparing the dinner?” an old man in his 60’s, name “John”, said to his servant from sofa. His servant came to him by cleaning his hand which became dirty from kitchen stuff and said “it’s almost ready, you can wash your hand, I’ll prepare it on table”.
Suddenly door-bell rang Stephen opened the door, it was raining outside he saw one police’s car was there, two man who was in police uniform standing out at a door. They had a gun and a paper in their hand. Stephen got frightened when he looked at the gun and said in stammer way “wh.. wh… what can I help you sir?”. “Is this john carter house” one of them asked in cold tone. “Who is there Stephen?” john’s voice came out from inside. Police came inside the house they looked at john and asked him “are you john carter?” “Yes I’m, what’s wrong officer? Is everything OK” john asked. They show him that paper and said “we have a warrant of arresting you in charge of murder of Tom Watson”. They came near to john, they grab his hand hardly, put shackle on his hand and take him in the direction of their car. John said “you get wrong person officer, I just released from jail 1 month ago, why should I had to do this?” john was shouting but the officer took him to the car threw him on a back seat. They started their car, turned back and moved. Stephen was standing out at the door like a statue, closed the door and said in innocent way “how can you punish me like this God? I can’t eat that much. Please bring him back to help me, you can take him away later after he finish all this food”.





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  1. thepowerofwords18 September 2019 at 04:00

    If you really like this story then please share. if this story reach 50 views then i will come out with second part.
    thank you so much for reading.

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