Testimony

Hi I'm Elle. I work at the local grocery store nearby ever day as a cashier. I like to read during my free time, and find knitting to be really fun.

No I'm not Elle. I lied. I'm a compulsive liar. I'm really Elsie. I work at the local video rental store, one of the few that is left, prefer playing video games and watching the TV than to do any knitting. In fact, I actually hate knitting a lot.

Lies! I am not Elsie nor Elle. I'm Eileen. I don't work at the grocery store nor the video rental store (who the hell still has that running these days anyway) but at a local secretarial group. I spend my time typing up documents from the pool of small companies that hire us, and handle phone calls for one of the companies as and when those come in. I prefer just chilling at home and listening to music instead of reading or playing video games or even knitting. Urgh. Knitting is so boring.

No no no! All of you shut up! I am Elle. That day when I was coming home from my work at the grocery store, I saw this guy standing in front of another guy who was looking really really scared. I think the first guy wore some kind of coat and it looked like he was intimidating the other one. It was hard to tell because it was in an alley that was near the main road. I walked quickly away because I got scared.

Quit hogging the limelight Elle! I'd rather be the one to talk about this. I'm Elsie, by the way, and I was about to go to work at the video rental store when I passed by the grocery store that Elle works at and saw a man in a tan trench coat standing with legs apart, and his shoulders squared. I couldn't tell what was happening, but it was very suspicious. I've always walked past that alley on the way to work, and have always been wary of it due to the distinct lack of light that shines into it. A bit like that horror film setting where it is night time, the clouds are out hiding the moon, and then the rain comes on and someone just standing there, all silhouette and scary looking.

Elsie, you are spouting your silly video nonsense again, if it can be called a video. Frankly, you are more unbearable than some of the clients I had to deal with while being on the phone with some of them. Anyway, I was going to work as well when I passed by the alley. I saw a man who looked as though he was trying to defend himself -- he seemed rather scared for some reason. He wasn't tall, maybe five feet three at the most? He wore a regular black sports jacket, because you know, cold-ish weather and all. I could only see him from the back. I don't know about anything else.

Eileen dear, if your information is so scant, why don't you just keep quiet and leave the poor detective alone? It's not as though what you are saying is going to be effective anyway. Anyhow, as I walked on from the grocery store, I suddenly saw the man raise his arm and swung it downwards towards the other man. It looked like it could've been a punch or a stab, but I really cannot tell.

Ha! And you dare tell Eileen off. You are seriously too cocky, Elle. The man in tan, he was the one who lifted his arm high and slammed it down. I caught a glimpse of a reflection when his hand was held high, so I think it was probably a knife of some sort. There was a loud cry, but I didn't stay around enough to see what happened.

Elsie, if you too only saw part of the action, why are you talking so haughtily as though you knew exactly what was going on? The poor man in the black jacket fell when something shiny or metal hit him in the shoulder. He yelled a bit, probably in pain, but it wasn't clear if he was hurt or not. By that time, I had already scampered off towards the office.

The detective nodded as he took down the rambling testimony of the woman.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 2014-01-15 17:46:31)