WEB OF MISTAKE

WEB OF MISTAKE

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*****WEB OF MISTAKES**** ** **** **** ** Dominic sat on the sunlounger below the *sunshade at the front of the conservatory in his garden. Tools lay on the floor scattered all over. The rake was by his left close to a heap of dried leaves which he had been raking, a wheel barrow was around* the corner painted red. Hand fork, Dominic laid his back on the back of the sunlounger, he put his hand on his forehead. His breathing was hard and deep. It shows he was tired. He took a sip of the drink in his hand and sighed. He peered at the garden, he'd done a lot of work but there was still more and more. The vegetable porch was neatly arranged, they were greener than ever, healthy. The flowers were carefully trimmed and neat. The weeds were gone and some new seeds were planted. The lawn was mowed, it shone. He still had to clear the heap of dry grasses, grease the mower, rake and other tools. Daggers still had to be collected and sent to his shop. Sighing, he stood up and started to complete his chore. He took hold of the shovel, used it in hurling dry grasses and other dirts into the red wheelbarrow. The wind tossed some back littering the neatly swept garden. Sand got into his eyes, he jerked which sent the shovel out of his hand, the shovel fell on the wheelbarrow. The wheel barrow tumbled upside down, landed on the edge of the rake, the handle of the rake went up and struck the sunshade.

Chapter 1 He smiled and said, Perfect.

*****WEB OF MISTAKES****

** **** **** **

Dominic sat on the sunlounger below the *sunshade at the front of the conservatory in his garden. Tools lay on the floor scattered all over. The rake was by his left close to a heap of dried leaves which he had been raking, a wheel barrow was around* the corner painted red. Hand fork,

Dominic laid his back on the back of the sunlounger, he put his hand on his forehead. His breathing was hard and deep. It shows he was tired. He took a sip of the drink in his hand and sighed. He peered at the garden, he'd done a lot of work but there was still more and more. The vegetable porch was neatly arranged, they were greener than ever, healthy. The flowers were carefully trimmed and neat. The weeds were gone and some new seeds were planted. The lawn was mowed, it shone. He still had to clear the heap of dry grasses, grease the mower, rake and other tools. Daggers still had to be collected and sent to his shop.

Sighing, he stood up and started to complete his chore. He took hold of the shovel, used it in hurling dry grasses and other dirts into the red wheelbarrow. The wind tossed some back littering the neatly swept garden. Sand got into his eyes, he jerked which sent the shovel out of his hand, the shovel fell on the wheelbarrow. The wheel barrow tumbled upside down, landed on the edge of the rake, the handle of the rake went up and struck the sunshade.

Dominic managed to get the sand out of his eyes, opened them and saw that the place was a mess.

His face went red, hot with anger. He hissed, a long hiss. Stamped his foot, dug his fingers into his hair which were damp from his pespiration. He was getting out of his mind. He'd been up this early to clear his garden and its just a mess. He kicked the shovel, it hurt his foot.

"Ouch!" he screamed, hopping.

At that moment, his cell phone rang, he limped towards it, he saw the caller ID and started calming down. It was an important call from one whom he'd loved and grown up with. He flipped the cell. "My sweet, cousin," he greeted, forcing a smile, though she couldn't see it.

"Hello, Dominic", Jessica replied cheerily.

"How are you, cousin?" he asked.

"I am good, Dominic."Jessica called excitedly. "I want you to come over tonight. I've got friends I want you to meet."

Grinning, he said to the phone, "Anything you want, dear cousin. What time do you want me there?"

"Is 7 all right?"

"Yes, it is. See you." He disconnected the call. Oh, at least the day won't be as bad as I thought. Dinner at Jessica's would be a delight. Meeting new friends. Shirley would be there too, wherever Jessica went, she went too. An inseperable pair, very unlikely. A doctor and a counsellor. Jessica, the carefree type, easy going, optimistic and easily scared. Shirley, the braver of the two, soft hearted, pessimistic and hardly scared.

He'd always had an eye on Shirley, beautiful with big, round grey eyes, brown hair, thin lips....... He came back to his senses before he got hard, day *dreaming of Shirley.

He quickly carried out his work with joy. The anger already vanished, hearing his cousin's voice and thinking of* Shirley. Within 30 minutes, he was through, got into his house, bathed, dressed up in his best tuxedo. Looking himself in the mirror, he was dead handsome. He smiled and said, "Perfect."

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