fiction

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....

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....