narrative writing ......write a story about a murder that you've witnessed
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It was no unusual evening. He’d spent most of his day wandering and was watching the sunset over a horizon of roofs from the middle of the bridge. He had counted the steps to find the exact middle. Of course the neighbour of a fool next to him claimed he had the middle piece, but Antonio was pretty sure he couldn’t even count to ten.
He yawned, stretched and ‘elegantly’ walked away. He was proud of his general knowledge and variety of skills. He jumped the last steps and followed the main road, dashing through crowds of people. He abruptly turned into a side street, regretting lack of money and the wary shopkeepers.
He was sitting in his little corner when a cat came by. Antonio simply hissed, being highly satisfied when the cat scurried off. It became truly dark as he set out again. His green eyes shone, suddenly narrowing at a high-pitched shriek. Curiously, he tiptoed to the patch of light that beamed onto the street.
This part of the city was usually empty. Antonio decided to investigate the commotion and edged closer to the moreover blackened, deserted house. He climbed easily onto the roof from the veranda, and with three quick steps arrived at the scene. He positioned himself on the windowsill, scrutinizing the two characters inside.
A dark man stood over a cowering girl. Antonio’s creamy-brown hair bristled as a cool wind swept through it. He winced slightly as the man slapped the girl. Tears streaked down her cheeks and the side of her face glowed red.
“You betrayed me!” Antonio watched with unblinking eyes. For a second the girl caught his eye, but then the man roughly turned her away. Antonio shifted, adjusting sitting position; a reaction to his numbing leg.
“Why did you tell them?” She was silent. “You’ll pay for this! Tell me what they said. Tell me what they know!” She shook her head. The man took out a gun. “Last chance.” he said. The girl stared at him; scared, red-eyed.
“No.” She whispered. He took a step back, raising the gun-hand. The girl looked fearful, but stubborn. The man’s face was contorted with rage.
“I never loved you.” he whispered menacingly.
“I guess I don’t know what true love is anyway.” she responded. He breathed heavily, neck tight.
“That’s it.” She had a resigned look in her eyes. His arm muscles rippled as they tightened on the gun. Antonio watched as his finger closed in on the trigger. The shot echoed through the air, followed by deadly silence. The man picked up the body and headed for the window. Antonio moved aside for him, as he threw her into the depths below.
Antonio studied the man’s grimy face. The man grinned and winked. Antonio’s bright eyes slid down, fixed on the corpse. He jumped to the ground and sat by it for a little while. Eventually he stood up, strolling away.
And only the cat witnessed the murder.