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Beach Box

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Introduction

Short Story Beach Box Every night for the last twenty years I have strolled down the same beach, the same path and at the same time. My life was boring but I loved it. In one week that was all about to change. It was the 26th of October. The nights were getting darker and colder. I put on my coat, shoes, scarf and picked up the house keys and prepared for my daily walk. The beach was quite near, only two minutes away. The tide was high. The moonlight glistened off the waves which were gently stroking the sand when they fell and rustled as they moved across the sea-shells. The horizon was clear as far as you could see. The smell of seaweed and salt was strong and the air was fresh. It was bitterly cold and the wind felt like icicles as it hit my face. ...read more.

Middle

It was now or never. I picked up a shovel and got dressed in black. I left the house at 11pm. It was foggy and stingingly chilly. The streetlamps reflected off the fog which created an eerie atmosphere. The moon gazed at me. Questions started popping up in my mind. Would it still be there? Was it really a body? Should I go to the police? I arrived at the scene and could distinguish the spot where the sand has been tossed. I started to dig. My arms began to ache and felt burning hot but I ignored the pain and strived on. I must have dug over one metre of sand and I could still see nothing. I noticed a hint of movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced around to check if anyone was there but I could see no one, just the man in the moon. ...read more.

Conclusion

It suddenly all made sense. He was one of the men who I had seen on the beach digging the hole. "We have photographs to prove you were burying the box." "You framed me! I was digging the box out! You put it in there!" I shouted. The man stood there and sneered at me. "I'll see you later, in Hell!" He laughed and walked out of the cell. I was framed. Those beady eyes haunted me every night. Later that week on the way to the court I made my escape. During the following few months I sought evidence to prove my innocence. Eventually through a lucky break I managed to find some CCTV footage showing the two crooks loading a van with rifles behind a warehouse. Now, I sit here on the beach in Barbados sipping my scotch relaxing under the sunshine. The two crooks who framed me are enjoying their sentence in prison. I still go for my daily walks, not in cold dreary weather but in the sunshine of the Caribbean. ?? ?? ?? ?? Balraj Dhesi Page 1 09/05/2007 ...read more.

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