*A SMALL TOWN TALE*

                                                                                      

                                                                         I’m at Times Square, its late hour;

Tired’f working inside this tower.

Solved the Case & grabbed my check,

Signed it off as Detective Beckett.

Walking my way back home,

Discovered I was all alone.

Snowflakes falling over,

I held my coat even further.

D’air turned suspicious,

It made me more curious.

Ran behind a wall & peeked,

A car came by, then stopped; I seeked.

The figure of a grim man stepped out,

Six-feet tall, hat on head, he had a long snout.

Silence surrounds!

He took a look around.

Dim headlights began to blink,

To which, my heart seemed to sink.

Darkness grew!

It blocked my view.

It’s a slow night & a long wait,

A shadow appeared at the gate!

Both men fell into a furious fight,

It became dangerous at this dead-hour of night.

The tall man seized his knife,

Plunged his foe’s heart, took away his life!

Jumped into his car; the killer hastily fled,

After performing the severe blood-shed!

My heart raced like a stallion,

Beats seemed to cross the mark of million!

Examining the body, I returned back home,

Taking the pictures into my cell-phone.

Ate my pork-meat, tuna, bread-&-soup,

Grabbed my wine-glass; had my red-hooch.

Tired! I succumbed to my bed,

A nice sleep was hard to get.

While I pondered as I lay,

I knew a ‘Fresh-Case’ was waiting for me next day!!! 

- Sneha Chakraworty

.SNC.

Pseudonym- 'Xene Eudoxia'