Mr. Sawyer was sitting on his chair. As many other times before, he was thinking of her. The day they met, their first date, the time they first kissed, the marriage where both families were there… It is incredible how those five years (perhaps the most special ones of his life) had ended in that car crash…
Suddently, the phone rang. A new case to solve. The famous painting by J. Black had been stolen from the National Museum during a Modern Art exhibition.
When he got there he told everyone not to leave the building and they started looking for the stolen canvas when suddently someone entered the room where everybody was and said that the lost painting had gone to the cleaning room and one of the employees had forgotten to make the report on that.
Everyone was quite relieved, this time Mr. Sawyer did not have a case to solve. Perhaps the following week… But that is another (short) story…
Written by Joana Vasconcelos
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Oi decidi escrever o 1 meu comentário (o primeiro de muitos outros, já com algum atraso eu sei,) mas ai vai … em português, para não ficar embaraçado com algum erro meu em inglês . Em primeiro lugar vou-te ser muito sincero e dizer-te MUITO seriamente ……………. GOSTEI = ) , continua a trabalhar arduamente nos teus objectivos pelo que vejo e vou vendo, são nas línguas. Continua a idealizar a escrever historias, como esta "Mr. Sawyer and the missing paiting com o teu toque de suspense e de puxar o leitor a seguir as tuas historias.
Parabéns pela HISTORIA e pelo blog
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