Tattoo: A Fictional Narrative

I woke up feeling exhausted and wondering what the day has in store. The giant sun rose into the sky-high above and the sea shimmered in the sunlight as the first rays of morning sun tiptoed through the sand making its way towards me. The light ran furiously and parched my closed eyelids as it poured in a white image. The sounds pounded my head like a construction site. In between this time, I prised open my eyes and saw a bottle of VB lying on the carpet and next to it was an ash tray full of cigarette buds.

The naked street light outside stood in the bleak weather, shivering in the frosty cold and looking like it desperately needed a sweater to keep warm. I turned on the TV and went to take a shower. The water is rich in minerals and condensed every part of my body on contact. The water slides across my witch-shaped eyebrows making its way to my blonde hair. I took a peep through my window and soon realized I wasn't the only one woken up. There were birds singing, the winds howling, the ocean tides roaring and trees lurking in the shadows. I flicked through the pages of the newspaper and saw the murder of President Harold. My mind was reeling about the President’s disappearance. In a minute, the phone screamed in a high-pitched voice. I took the phone and said, "Hello, Sandy Beaches speaking".

"Oh, there you are Sandy," replied Auto.

"Tell me Auto what I can do you?"

“Now, look I've got an important job for you. You will be paid a lot, out of my expenses, Sandy," said Auto. “Ok your job is to investigate the murder which occurred in the under basement of the casino. Good luck and by the way there is a new member in our crew. Be polite and friendly to him."

“Of course I will - you know me,” I said and ended the phone....

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...ut now she was spoilt. I assumed Auto was my brother for giving me the job but, what happened to him? Oh and how arrogant Jack is. He tattoos himself with plans all over him. He is a dedicated person to crime and violence. Once upon a time the world used to live in peace and harmony and it is deserted by people’s violence. I finally realised that I shouldn’t jump to conclusions and classify people as good and evil. Now that I know that people’s perspective change I should not believe what they say or offer because there might be something that they wanted from you.

I called my husband and told him that I am coming back and reuniting with the family. There was a knock and it was Auto, Jack, and Jenny. My mind reeled back onto Jack alias David tattoos. According to his tattoos one of them says Sandy with knife going through. So, I guess next in the plane was ME!