Note: This is a short story whose idea sprung out of “Tell a Tale” contest of Acro-Chronicle. “But I am not a kid anymore! I have read all the Nancy Drew’s and Famous Five’s you bought me. I want to read the real deal, the things that made you a real detective..”, sighed Isha to her Father. Isha’s dream was to become a famous crime-solver like her Dad, who worked in the Local Police Department....

In the city of ancient Rome, lived a man called Valentine. Jesus his God, church his home, and the light of love to shine. Performing marriage of young couples, was forbidden and against King’s will. But he without fear faced the troubles. Alas! The king went for the kill. In prison, his last days would unfurl. During he cured the Jailor’s daughter, blind. Wrote a letter before execution, to the girl,...

He lets his eyes wander. The girl’s gentle fingers wrap around the hands of a woman, presumably her mother. Her eyes gleefully pointed at a big teddy bear, kept in the display section of a store. He can see her pupils preparing to dilate, muscles ready to contract on a moments notice. On the store’s gate is a guard, age probably mid forties, standing uptight, a crease on his forehead. The look is frustrated, rather tensed....

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