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All The Towns Talk

Blog #3
It had been a couple weeks since the passing of Mr. Evans, but it didn’t seem that way. Bradley was startled by the amount of town gatherings that were taking place; to discuss the murder he imagined. As time flew by, Bradley knew he needed to branch out more, he was worried the whole town may know all the secrets. Everyone, but him.  
Today, he was called in late to work at Alice’s 24 hour Diner, for their routine electrician maintenance check. Bradley was let down, he had planned on meeting Victor’s brother who was visiting tonight. He often used to get lost in his work and forget his life around him. Ever since he has moved to the Maitland, however, that has not been the case.


He set off on his bike, moments later coming across who he thought to be Jamie painting up one of the cities buildings. Jamie lives in the same complex as Bradley, but the two have never spoke to one another. Bradley always found him interesting, almost mysterious.
Once he had arrived at 7:10pm, he locked his bike to the closest outdoor table, unlatched his toolbox and picked it up while hurrying in. Immediately noticing a much noisier crowd for this time of day. His eyes darted to the back of the Diner at the one circle booth. It was a fairly large crowd of familiar faces. He began to wonder.. “Hey Bradley, what can I get you?” Alice interrupted his thoughts, “Hey. I’m just here for maintenance today.” He quickly replied lifting the tool box. Which made her smile.
Luckily the electrical box was fairly close to where the group was chatting so he could listen in. Despite the majority of murmurs, he was able to make out a few words. “I remember that night as clear as day,” one lady suggested. Later on the name slipped out, the one he had been waiting for, Mr. Evans. Bradley’s heart began to beat faster. He didn’t know why. It was the first time he had heard his name out loud since the incident.


He kept to himself though, he only watched the movement of their lips to make out what they were saying every few minutes.

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