MEMORIES OF MURDER

Unreachable Murderer
“If you’re so clever why don’t y go to America and join the FBI”, walking down the dark alley his words kept repeating in my head. “I am not trying to act cleaver you damn fool!!!” I yelled unconsciously! And after a moment I realized that I was talking to myself which made me feel a little stupid. I reached home and picked up the keys from the flower pot that hangs in the corner of my doorstep. I opened the lock still thinking about what happed today in the office. My hunger had died therefore I decided to just close my eyes and sleep. Today, for the first time in my life I felt like sleeping, and hoping that I shall never wake up again.
……“He was strangling her” with her “stockings” on a rainy night …..then he pulled her body to the corner and left her abandoned in the rain……
I jumped up from my dream. Looked at the clock and for a split second it seemed as if my whole world had turned upside down. It was 8pm and I had been sleeping for about 21 hours already. When I came out side it was as dark as I saw it before going to sleep last night. After a while it started to rain. It was too late to run back home and grab an umbrella so I decided to keep walking. On my way I saw Park Doo, I gave him a petite smile but he simply ignored me as if I was a stranger. Then the words he said to me last night reminded my dull brain about last night’s argument. I tried to ignore Park Doo and concentrated on the case once again. “I came here to catch the murderer” not to create more issues here with these morons……I was talking to myself….. Then I heard a scream
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
I froze.
I looked all around me but I saw nothing. And then I heard another scream and this time I knew it was coming from the street I had just passed. I ran as fast as I could and as I went closer, the screams kept getting louder. I was so anxious and happy at the same time. My search was soon going to be over. Soon I would see the murderers face and show everyone that I am not trying to be “clever” and that “Us Koreans detectives we can easily catch anyone.”

At last I made it to the place where those screams were coming from. It was small house and I saw two people. A men and women were hitting each other violently. I reached there and felt as if all my excitement just drained down the gutter. It wasn’t the murderer rapping a woman in the rainy night; it was a fight of an idiotic couple. I went back home all disappointed and couldn’t sleep all night.
Next morning at work I find out that last night “another woman was murdered but we haven’t found the body yet” and once more I see on the bolded letters on the headlines of the Korean Times:

“The murderer has not been caught yet”