The Flat
It was a bare flat, scruffy and dirty, but two things stood out the most: a massive TV set and a sparkling 24 carat gold watch. Hanging on the wall was a lottery ticket saying, “Winner!” Beside it was a picture of a man getting a seven million pound cheque.
The light was flickering on and off. The battered door hung off its hinges, making a creaking noise, and a horrible smell wafted in from the kitchen. In the kitchen, the blackened stove was still on, burning little bits of meat inside.
Through a crack in a broken cupboard door there was a half-open box. Gleaming jewellery hung out of it. Next to the cupboard a calendar was pinned to the wall, and the date of the sixth of August was circled with a red marker pen, and inside it said, “Friend’s stag night party.”
On the scratched dining table there was a colourful brochure about how to drive a Ferrari, and beside it there were papers waiting to be signed, with a credit card lying on top.
A hole in the ceiling dripped water onto the stove, making a sizzling noise, and upstairs a banging noise came from the bathroom. Inside the bathroom a man was bound to pipes, muttering the word, “Help!” repeatedly, and a crowbar lay beside him.
He was a young man of about 24, dressed in smart leather shoes, a blazer, striped tie, black trousers, and a belt with a shiny, golden buckle. A cold draught blew in through the open window and the sound of a police siren in the distance was getting louder and louder.
By Adam and Fraser
Kittybrewster Primary School
1 comment January 30th, 2008
