Pink Stones
by Muhammad on June 24, 2009
in Uncategorized
It was 4 carats.It was a pink stone.It had been catalogued in the collections of four generations of Scandinavian royalty. It was gone. The only clue was the Zulu spear.
It was then that Joey thought that maybe, just maybe, a Zulu warrior had actually infiltrated the fort-knox which was the local jewellery store and stole the pink stone from the unsuspecting owners. ‘Naah, it couldn’t be that…’ he told himself. ‘The owners did it!’ he screamed. ‘He was on holiday in Africa a week ago and he planted this damn spear to make us think a Zulu warrior had stole it!’ Three months later Joey was in a mental hospital… and nobody ever found out why he was shouting at the little pink sweets at the candy store… the ones next to the spear shaped jellies.
— The First Paragraph was a fragment provided by my good friend Zubair Habib :) —
