The mystery of window next door

 

The mystery of window next door

It was a cold morning on cozy Bridgestone Street in early spring of 1936 when Mr Frank peeked a glimpse of a lady outside through a tiny, rough window of his house. The curtains were floating against the window that was blowing from the west,sweeping the fresh leaves under the silver oak tree away from the street. The early morning song of a mockingbird, on the top of the streetlight, was whistling through the window.
"Look like,these feathers need a new home",he murmured to himself when rusty brick leaves were crawling all over his apartment.
Mr frank was reading a book and preparing morning coffee for himself when he decided to get up and shut the window.He approached near the window and as  he was trying to hold  curtains back inside the room that were fluttering outside of the window,he saw a young radiant lady as fresh as daisy outside on the street. From that day on,he never felt the same again.

Mr. Frank was a 50 year-old businessman with a charming face and whitish hair above his ears. He is a smart guy, though  he is not as smart as he thinks. He pretends to be so around the room and people often believe what he presents. The next morning, he sat down to write a poem about her. He started from scratch. After a couple of hours of leaving hundreds of papers on the floor nearby in a dustbin basket,he first tried to describe about his feelings ,how he felt that vary morning but he thought it would be an injustice to her flawless beauty, which should be adored and admired from the very beginning,so he began with her oozing beauty. He lit his cigar and wrote a very first sentence.

March 19,1936

Seven days after that morning, Mr. Frank was found dead on his rolling armchair with a piece of paper on his hand.
The same evening, detective Neville arrives at Bridgestone train station with his dog brood.

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