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Every night for the last twenty years I have strolled down the same
beach, the same path and at the same time. My life was boring but I
loved it. In one week that was all about to change.
It was the 26th of October. The nights were getting darker and
colder. I put on my coat, shoes, scarf and picked up the house keys
and prepared for my daily walk. The beach was quite near, only two
minutes away.
The tide was high. The moonlight glistened off the waves which were
gently stroking the sand when they fell and rustled as they moved
across the sea-shells. The horizon was clear as far as you could
see. The smell of seaweed and salt was strong and the air was fresh.
It was bitterly cold and the wind felt like icicles as it hit my face.
But this night was different, I had company. In the distance I saw
two men. They were both dressed in black and acted rather
suspiciously. They whispered to each other and tiptoed around. I
knew they were up to something. They jogged over to a black van and
took something out of the boot. It was approximately 6ft long by 2ft
wide. They went back to the van and got some shovels. They started
digging. Was it a body? Had these people murdered someone?
I was agitated and did not want to see anymore so I ran back home.
Away from danger. Away from fear.
That night I could not sleep. I tossed and turned in bed all night.
I kept thinking about what I was to do. Call the police? Tell
someone? But I was curious and I decided that on the next day I would
go and dig it up.
In the morning all I could think about was the night before. I could
not concentrate on anything. I deci...
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...s to prove you were burying
the box.”
“You framed me! I was digging the box out! You put it in there!” I
shouted.
The man stood there and sneered at me. “I’ll see you later, in Hell!”
He laughed and walked out of the cell.
I was framed. Those beady eyes haunted me every night. Later that
week on the way to the court I made my escape.
During the following few months I sought evidence to prove my
innocence. Eventually through a lucky break I managed to find some
CCTV footage showing the two crooks loading a van with rifles behind a
warehouse.
Now, I sit here on the beach in Barbados sipping my scotch relaxing
under the sunshine. The two crooks who framed me are enjoying their
sentence in prison. I still go for my daily walks, not in cold dreary
weather but in the sunshine of the Caribbean.