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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eyes Of Mr D (Part 4)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Entering the flat <br>the Constable found no one there. <br>He searched every room, <br>nothing, only the fired gun on a note <br>left on the table. <br>He had noticed the back window <br>was left slightly ajar. <br>He picked up the note <br>and quickly read it through, <br>then put it in his pocket <br>along with the gun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He smiled to the neighbour <br>as he left the flat. <br>He told her to lock it; <br>Mr D would be coming back. <br>At the car he got in <br>saying that, <br>they had to go back <br>to the station.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sat on a bench <br>near the waters edge. <br>The white walking stick <br>resting between his legs. <br>He could not look at his watch, <br>as that would give the game away. <br>A blind man is not supposed to see, <br>so he had no idea of the time. <br>All he could tell <br>that day was turning into night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stood up; <br>he had to stretch his legs. <br>He moved along to<br> the bench by the bridge. <br>The dark waters of the lake, <br>lapped against the shore. <br>Then he heard the footsteps <br>walking across the wooden bridge. <br>He knew by the sound <br>they were of a woman’s shoe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did not look up <br>to see who it was, <br>just listened, as they got closer, <br>until they were in front of him. <br>He could now see her face, <br>under the light of the moon. <br>Her hair was dark, <br>and danced on her shoulders. <br>He wanted to say something, <br>but though he better not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The killer could be lurking, <br>in the bushes somewhere, <br>waiting for his chance, <br>when he thought <br>the coast was clear. <br>She stopped and stood, <br>near the waters edge; <br>she watched the moon’s silver finger <br>dance on the breeze-ruffled waves. <br>He sat unnoticed except <br>for his white walking stick. <br>The blind could see nothing <br>at least that is what he hoped <br>anyone passing would think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from the darkness, he emerged. <br>A mask of death he wore. <br>He moved quietly up behind the woman, <br>extended his hands out to her neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be concluded……</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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the Constable found no one there. 
He searched every room, 
nothing, only the fired gun on a note 
left on the table. 
He had noticed the back window 
was left slightly ajar. 
He picked up the note 
and quickly read it through, ..."></div>
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