Short Story (Cerpen)

Glass Detective

Category: Fiction Fantasy Short stories

Title: Glass Detective

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I looked at the glass, it was full of cracks, and I saw that my shadow was not perfect. Created in my brain, I was curious about that glass crack. I've always wanted to know what and how the glass was to create cracks. Whether the house glass, mirror glass, window glass neighbors, rearview mirror motor, and much more. Not infrequently people say I lack work or bad or something like that. But it was very difficult for me to get rid of my curiosity, and all the scorn was ignored.

'Sir, sir. You know, why did the glass crack?

'Sorry, I don't know you!'

'Oh, yes, thank you sir' I replied to a train conductor.

I still look at that glass. I sat next to him, in the simple passenger seat of the train. A million mysteries were contained in that crack. I keep watching. The train is still running, I'm still trying to find a source. I saw the passenger of the train sitting right next to me, his face was inviting a thousand questions. It's been half the way, I noticed, he never showed up to the train window, it definitely made me curious.

'Sorry Mas, if you may know, why do you never face the window, the view is not too bad really?' my many.

'Trauma mas' replied, still not turning his head.

'Work the train traumatized?' ask again.

'No, not the train, but the glass, if I saw the cracked glass, must have been a thought-about event.'

I was shocked, and I took out my pen and notebook.

'Kok can mas, indeed what incident made you traumatized?'

'Mas don't need to know!'

'Oh, thank you, ' I resigned.

Just this time, I found someone who was traumatized by a glass crack. This guy is almost like me, has a weird thing about glass. This guy I saw was so sweaty, even his clothes had been flooded because of it. I looked at the man, the man turned his back to my face and looked down.

Soon, the train will stop at the first stop of the station. It turned out that the person traumatized by the glass crack got off at the first stop station. Intentionally, I followed the man from behind, I began to suspect him, his footsteps were getting faster, I followed his quick steps, I saw in his left hand, a watch with cracked glass. Apparently, he lied, I went after the mysterious man.

My pace is fast, I run like a cheetah, I push that guy. I ambushed him by the collar of his shirt.

'You lied! You're not traumatized by cracked glass'

'It's too late' he replied.

'The bomb immediately exploded!!'

'Bomb, where?! I should have suspected it from the beginning!'

'I put it right under the seat of one of the passengers'

I wanted to smash that liar in the face through my fist but the bomb forgot everything. Fortunately the train had not yet set off, just as I was about to catch it, it was on the road. I warned the passengers about the bomb, they cried hysterically and there were some who were looking for it, as if they trusted me so much.

'Everything! Please calm down, please find that bomb!!!' my yelling. I didn't know when the bomb was going to explode, I looked for it in every passenger seat. I bowed, I bowed my head to every passenger seat.

'Me, hear the sound of the bomb! Aye! The bomb is in the carriage here!' shouted one of the passengers. Many passengers were busy looking for him. I was expecting this body, I saw in the corner of the carriage a mysterious package. I approached the package.

'All! Please quiet! Listen to this voice!'

I attached the ticking sound, I grabbed the thing, it was very heavy. Then I opened the package, it was true! The package contained a bomb.

'Is there anyone who can defuse the bomb here!' yell me.

No passengers responded to my answer.

'Call machinists! Call!' yell me. Shortly after the train stopped, the driver, complete with a powerful stomp of his legs, approached the bomb.

'I don't know how to tame it, but I know how to keep us safe, another 2km is the forest area, we'll throw the bomb in there!' obviously machinist.

'I don't agree! What if before reaching the area, the bomb went off!' said one of the passengers. It seems that the other passengers are of the same opinion, except me.

'Had! Trust machinists!! Leave this car empty first, we'll move to the other car for a while' It seems I heard some passengers, they all agree.

The atmosphere became extremely precarious, everyone had raised half a chest with their hands each. The train was getting slower, the train began to enter the forest area, the driver swiftly came to the bomb, deftly the bomb was successfully disposed of into the forest. The driver returned to his seat quickly.

'Come! Sir hurry! Otherwise we will get the impact of the explosion!'.

The driver kept running towards his chair.

The train began to run slowly, in the midst of tension and in the hot sun added to the increasingly worried state. 'The bomb's 'Daamm' exploded, the carriage's glass creating debris from the explosion. Several people were injured, including me. The tension began to subside, I heard the ambulance siren at the second stop station was waiting. If I hadn't been at all curious about the glass cracks, the media would have covered our carcasses. I didn't realize it all started from ordinary to extraordinary. The stretcher picked me up, a few pieces of glass stuck in my body, for a moment I imagined my face****** that.

A police officer approached me.

'Congratulations! You saved dozens of lives! Indeed, lately there has been frequent terror! Tomorrow I wait for your explanation of the characteristics of the.' I just nodded my head indicating yes, I'm not sure if I'd still be curious about every glass that creates a crack. I don't know for sure about it, all I know is a number of stories from every crack.