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|Re: Puzzles For The Dead by pabon(m): 7:23pm On Mar 24|
Don't like mentioning names but I guess you might have been angling for an update.
|Re: Puzzles For The Dead by OluwabuqqyYOLO(m): 12:34am On Mar 25|
Pabon, this is becoming interesting.
|Re: Puzzles For The Dead by pabon(m): 8:26pm On Apr 05|
Tasmine spent the next three days frying her brains out, trying to decipher the markings on the first page where the crazy lettering started. For all her efforts, she got nothing. She got frustrated repeatedly and had almost given in to thoughts of shredding the book to pieces, page by page, and then burning the remains. She would have given up were it not for her desire, the unquenchable anxiety to know what her dad had been meaning to tell her he couldn’t trust others to pass the message across.
Was this the reason they murdered him?
She had woken up Tuesday, 3 am, not being able to get much sleep as her mind never gave her a moment's peace. Tasmine had lifted the duvet from off her face after several attempts to fall back to wonderland and had made for the kitchen, phone in hand, where she prepared herself a steaming cup of coffee. It was all she could do to keep her from running berserk.
She sat herself down on the kitchen table drinking away absentmindedly. A notification came into her phone signifying she’d received a Facebook message. She brought out her phone and saw the email notification icon. She clicked on it and saw that they had given her the job she was interviewed for. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Not that she needed the job. This was just a sacrifice to make good the promise she made to her father's spirit.
A thought came to her mind, and she followed it.
She emptied the rest of her coffee into the sink and rinsed the cup. She then made way for her late father's room. They had kept the room locked and unused on her mother’s request. This time, Curtis had left the key inside lock. After all, there wasn't anything precious that had to be kept locked away, even from family members.
Tasmine pulled down the handle as quietly as she could and got in. She got entangled in cobwebs even as her eyes adjusted to the darkness they met. She groped in the dark, running her hands along the wall feeling for the light switch.
When she found it, she immediately flicked it on. Light, like a thick blanket, immediately chased away the darkness, revealing the entire room. It was as she remembered it. The bed and dresser were in the same position. She walked towards the bookshelf where her dad had often brought out books to soothe her desires to learn stories.
She found her favorite storybook, the one with a shark for a hero. She opened the first page and wept into it.
|Re: Puzzles For The Dead by pabon(m): 9:36am On Apr 08|
I'd have to rewrite the other parts of this story because things spiralled out of control from here. Bear with me.
There's more to come.
|Re: Puzzles For The Dead by pabon(m): 9:37am On Apr 08|