Unfinished Tales
Author: Polaris Zark

Chapter 4
Detective Donald V2

Mark Donald opened his front door. Exhaust fumes drifted into his lungs as a Warburton’s lorry zoomed past. He coughed and then walked down the two steps that descended to a two meter gravel path through a tiny garden.

The garden wasn’t much, just hard mud, with a little grass, and a few weeds. Mark didn’t care though. He wasn’t even thinking about the garden as he took three seconds to reach the end of the path to the opening between the two walls.

As he walked through the gate onto a pavement, three more cars zoomed past. The exhaust fumes weren’t as bad as the lorry, but as the cars passed, dirty air blew Mark’s neat hair out of place. He shook his head and the hair settled in its correct place.

He felt for his car keys in his pocket. That made him remember he hadn’t locked his front door. He looked quite relieved, but also angry. What if he hadn’t remembered? He gently slapped his forehead, as he walked back through his garden, and stood on the second of the three steps that ascended to his house.

Once the key had done its duty, it fell back to the bottom of the key ring with all the other keys. Mark held the key on the key ring, which would unlock the car, as he walked for the second time, through the garden, onto the pavement.

The door of next doors house opened. A middle-eastern child walked out of the house. He was wearing his school clothes, and he had a heavy looking rucksack slung over one shoulder.

“Hi Fahim,” said Mark, smiling. “How are you?” Fahim Bin Abdul looked up, and smiled back. “Hi, Mark. I’m fine thanks.” He replied, nicely.

“First day of school today, eh? Looking forward to it?” asked Mark.

“Oh, please don’t remind me of that sir,” answered Fahim, half laughing.

“Oh, come on, you’ll like it a little bit won’t you?”

“Well, maybe today sir,”

“Yeah?” said Mark.

“A detective is coming to my school,” said Fahim looking quite excited.

“Ooh, nice,” said Mark, he chuckled. “Do you watch detective films?”

“Yes sir, I do. I can’t believe I’m meeting one,”

“Well Fahim,” said Mark, “Do you know what my job is?”

“No sir, I don’t,” said Fahim. He looked up at Mark, his eyes widening a fraction.

“I’m a detective,” said Mark, proudly “Detective Sergeant Donald”. Fahim Bin Abdul smiled at him and laughed. Mark smiled back. “Well, before our conversation goes on, I had better get going. Riddles to solve, you know.” He said and opened the door to his car. Fahim laughed.

“Good bye, sir,” said Fahim. And he started walking down the road, in the opposite direction. “Bye Fahim,” said Mark, as he got into his car.

The key turned and the engine started running. Mark buckled himself in, and did what he did to get out of the tight parking space.

Mark was still worried about how he’d forgotten to lock the door. He was a detective sergeant, for god’s sake. He decided to put it out of his head and put some music on.

“No woman no cry!” blurted Bob Marley into the microphone at a recording studio sometime before


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