Another day went by in the office as per usual. Taking phone calls, write notes and write emails, balance checks and organize the transport as the customer wishes it with legal rights from the Swiss customs. The life of a forwarding merchant in Basel, Switzerland. I like it but it's exhausting after a day's work. With a contented sigh I checked my mail box for mail and soon entered the building of my flat. Walking up the three flights of stairs, a quick turn to left and there is my door to my small flat. It contains only one bedroom, a kitchen and a small bathroom.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFDqJTraTM4
What's this? The door is slightly ajar. I remember perfectly locking the door before leaving. The lock was bent forcibly by some sort of crowbar. Burglars? I heard movement from the within the flat. My keys are already at hand and will be ready to use them if they intend to attack me besides mentally prepare. Screaming, running, biting, kicking in the groin and poking in the eyes for the worst situation. Gently and silently I pushed the door wide enough for me to enter. Immediately I noticed a dark figure searching through my things at the table, its back turned to me.
Eagerly I wanted to know but fear got hold of my voice. Not sure if it's a good idea to make a sound or disappear and call the police. My intuition said that this figure is no ordinary burglar. From the back I noticed its a man and has no weapon at sight or a bag to carry his loot. Maybe there's more than what meets the eye. He didn't even wear a hat to at least conceal a part of his face and hair. He had long wavy copper brown hair that reached quite a bit over his broad shoulders tied to a lose pony tail. At his right ear I noticed a special kind of earring, a small metal pendant.
"Ach! It's not here! Blast!" The man cursed in English with a thin Scottish accent and quickly turned around. He gasped as he saw me.
So did I, especially realizing now how tall he was. "Who are you and what are you doing in my flat?" I asked in English trying my best to appear fearless. Gripped tighter to my keys as my hands grew sweaty.
"Well hello lass. Was just about to think how you might look like because I have a question for you." He grinned and placed his hands into his trouser pockets. He had a thin day beard around the mouth.
This could mean that he is honest in his special way or has a trick up his sleeve with a flirtatious sense. I remained silent and glared at him. Ready for an attack.
"Where is it?" His grin vanished and looked into my eyes as if trying to read my mind. Strangely I had the impression those dark brown eyes are too kind to pierce my mind.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTi7jVbDlWt
"Where is what?" I asked fearless. I felt how my fear began to turn into anger.
He scoffed. "Your story. The one you've recently published."
I scoffed. "What? What has my story to do with you?"
He blinked. "You have no idea do you?" He sounded amazed. I was speechless to his reaction of amazement. Confusion overtook my words and clear thinking.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU94Tegcp1k
