What a precarious situation must one be in to find themselves in the midst of a murder? Unfortunately, though many know, very few have returned with the gruesome details.
That’s not the case with this man, however. As booming thunder roared outside of Clayton’s windows, causing him to roll over in his sheets with an annoyed groan, a soft knock on his bedroom door led him to sit up.
Though the sweet pull of sleep coated his brain, he shook off the desire, and reluctantly stood to answer the door. His clammy hands twisted the doorknob as it opened with a creak, to reveal his younger brother, George, standing in his doorframe.
George quickly grabbed Clayton’s hand as he led him out of his bedroom, George speaking quickly, excitement stark in his tone.
“George, slow down, what’s going on?”
Clayton asked, his voice low and hoarse with sleep. His eyes were wide as he was practically thrown outside with an umbrella, George following suit after him.
“Clay- come on hurry up, you won’t believe what I found!!” George exclaimed loudly, presumably unbothered with the pouring rain soaking through their clothes. As George dragged Clayton to the shared car they owned, they quickly clambered inside, the cloth seats immediately soaking with the heavy rainwater.
“Okay so, I think I just found a murder.”
George said with a straight face, as Clayton’s jaw dropped to the floor of the car.
“…WHAT?! And you’re bringing me to SEE IT?!”
He shouted, his eyes filling with alarm. George began to back out of the driveway as he replied with a nonchalant tone, seemingly unbothered by this.
“Yup!” As they began to drive, Clayton just sighed in defeat, looking out of the car window and watching cars and houses zoom by. There was graffiti all over the walls, and in turn, ‘graffiti removal’ ads plastered all over the city.
To Clayton’s slight interest, there were a lot more cleaning advertisements than he’d expected. He hadn’t exactly noticed the city to be dirty, but it must’ve been considering how many ‘Houston Mobile Truck Wash’ and ‘League City Texas Fleet Maintenance’ posters and signs he saw along the sides of the road.
“Hey George, is it just me who hasn’t noticed all of the graffiti and dirt everywhere until now?”
Clayton turned to George as they drove, his eyes scanning the road in front of him as he spoke.
George let out a soft hum in thought, before shaking his head and replying. “Nope, I haven’t noticed it. But now that you say it I’m probably going to notice it a lot more.”
And just as they spoke, there they were.
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Sadie! I am so impressed with how detailed you are with your writing!