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It is a short story about a murder of a famous pianist that somehow involves an assistant librarian.

Submitted: May 27, 2018

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On a Friday night the sky is unclear. The moon is shadowed by by gigantic clouds. The narrow roads leading to alley are covered with melting snow. Mr.Roberts is walking back home from local library where he works as an assistant librarian to Mr. Dylan. Mr. Roberts is in mid twenties. He loves reading and recommending fiction books to other people as well. This led him to take the library assistant librarian post 3 years ago right after he graduated from university. He lives alone. He meets many kinds of people at the local library who would stop by to have a chat, invite him over to tea or party but at the end of the day he chooses to spend his time with books he love rather than mingling with people.

He walks slowly and carefully on the melting ice. It is quarter to 9. His day has been very exhausting because he had to prepare a list of missing and unreturned books. Which is still incomplete and he would do it the next day. On the way he decides to take a sip of his favorite latte at the café across the road.

He makes his way through the slippery road into the café. It is little disappointing that latte is unavailable so he orders a mug of cocoa with two spoons of sugar as a substitute.

While enjoying the taste and aroma his eyes search around the café which is almost empty apart from a couple of young women near the entrance. Both seem to be in a very deep and anxious conversation. One of them has red hair made into a pony tail and the one has dark hair. He can't see their faces clearly because the shop is dimly lighted. So he leans back to enjoy his cocoa. Later he pays for it and continues his journey.

A few yards away from the Flexing bridge he catches a glimpse of a struggle between what he finds to be a man and a slender women. The man with the hat keeps on repeating “I won't let it go never Martha never”.Mr.Roberts wants to help at first but he later decides not to intrude and keeps on walking.

The next morning when he wakes up he brews himself a cup of coffee. He places a small plate of cookies on his study table and walks over the door to pick up the news paper. The headline reads “ Martha Clarckson, the renowned pianest from the west end of London meets a dismal end near the bridge. What startles him the most is that Martha was the same women he saw last night near the bridge arguing with an unknown man l. “Should I meet the police inspector at the station?” His mind battles between yes and no.

On a Friday night the sky is unclear. The moon is shadowed by by gigantic clouds. The narrow roads leading to alley are covered with melting snow. Mr.Roberts is walking back home from local library where he works as an assistant librarian to Mr. Dylan. Mr. Roberts is in mid twenties. He loves reading and recommending fiction books to other people as well. This led him to take the library assistant librarian post 3 years ago right after he graduated from university. He lives alone. He meets many kinds of people at the local library who would stop by to have a chat, invite him over to tea or party but at the end of the day he chooses to spend his time with books he love rather than mingling with people.

He walks slowly and carefully on the melting ice. It is quarter to 9. His day has been very exhausting because he had to prepare a list of missing and unreturned books. Which is still incomplete and he would do it the next day. On the way he decides to take a sip of his favorite latte at the café across the road.

He makes his way through the slippery road into the café. It is little disappointing that latte is unavailable so he orders a mug of cocoa with two spoons of sugar as a substitute.

While enjoying the taste and aroma his eyes search around the café which is almost empty apart from a couple of young women near the entrance. Both seem to be in a very deep and anxious conversation. One of them has red hair made into a pony tail and the one has dark hair. He can't see their faces clearly because the shop is dimly lighted. So he leans back to enjoy his cocoa. Later he pays for it and continues his journey.

A few yards away from the Flexing bridge he catches a glimpse of a struggle between what he finds to be a man and a slender women. The man with the hat keeps on repeating “I won't let it go never Martha never”.Mr.Roberts wants to help at first but he later decides not to intrude and keeps on walking.

The next morning when he wakes up he brews himself a cup of coffee. He places a small plate of cookies on his study table and walks over the door to pick up the news paper. The headline reads “ Martha Clarckson, the renowned pianest from the west end of London meets a dismal end near the bridge. What startles him the most is that Martha was the same women he saw last night near the bridge arguing with an unknown man l. “Should I meet the police inspector at the station?” His mind battles between yes and no.


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