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Ahsin Iqbal        11AM        Unsolved Mystery

“A Woman’s Intuition”

I was lying down on my bed, fast sleep when suddenly interrupted by the loud sound of my alarm, placed on a bedside table next to my bed. I jerked up to a seating position & looked at the time; 5:30 in the morning. I fell back onto my bed. It feels warm & comfortable. My body feels too tired & stiff but work is pressing on. I have to be at the office in half an hour; in order to prepare for a very important meeting.

I reluctantly drag my tired body out of the bed & walk to the window. The cool breeze of the fresh, Monday morning sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. I open the curtains & witness my sleepy town, slowly & gracefully preparing herself for a brand new day. I smile & say “Good morning New York”.

I turn around & head for the shower. The water is cold and icy but it helps to wake me up properly. I don’t have the luxury of a hot bath & I look consciously at my wrist watch, now indicating 5:45.

I rush out of the bathroom & wrap my robe around me tightly. As beautiful as New York is, its mornings are brutally cold. I grab my trousers and try not to think about how creased they are. I want to wear my black shirt but suddenly remember shoving it in the washing machine, the previous night, trying to get the blood off. After all these years of being a detective, a witness of death & brutality, I still find blood a sight to cringe to.

I put on my white shirt & look at myself in the mirror. Apart from the creased trousers, I think I look “damn good!”

I wish for a strong cup of coffee but lack of time prevents such luxury. I look around a room to find my keys, my cigarettes. Everything seems to be misplaced. The ashtray on the table is filled with cigarette ash & I tell myself that I will empty it tonight, just as soon as I get in. Somehow I have a feeling tonight will not be the night to remember to do domestic chores; but I will try.

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The time is seriously late. I rush out of my apartment & head towards my car. I am about to open the door to the love of my life, my beautiful brand new Mercedes when it dawns on me that I have forgotten my files! I curse myself and run as fast as I can, back to my flat. I find the files on the nearby table stacked underneath the large pizza box, which has been lying around for sometime now. I grab the files & run back, trying to catch up with time but time does not wait ...

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