11 AM, 11th February 2008.
This day, like any other day, began when the clock strikes twelve. This story, like any other thriller novel, began with a murder scene. This murder scene, like any other bloodbath, began with a victim. This victim, unlike any other, happened to a most unexpected individual.
This investigation, like any other, began with a detective who at times; is clueless to the scene that is unfolding in front of his eyes. This murder most foul, like any other, began with innocent bystanders that were unfortunately found in the wrong time and place. This story, unlike any other, contains a hero; and by extension- a villain. This story, like countless other, ended with a much unanticipated finale.
The story unfolds…
The victim: A cracked tyre
The Murder Scene
The Detective's Sophisticated Instruments of Investigations
The Unfortunate Bystanders
More Unfortunate Bystanders
The Saviour: Temporary Only
Argh! A word to the wise, (I always had a problem with this idiom, shouldn’t it be “a word to the dumb?”. The wise don’t need any advice, that’s why they’re wise. Sigh, I digressed somewhat. Shush, let me continue) make sure you learn how to change your tyre. I spent almost 15 minutes tying to find all the tools, 7 of it trying to pry the car jack out if its location. I couldn’t locate the leverage for the car jack and improvised by using a laundry basket’s railing. Guess where the leverage was? Under the flippin’ tyre cover. Guess when I realized this, AFTER I changed the tyre. *Sweats*- literally, it was really hot.