Message in the bottle.

Message in the bottle. I bought this house five years ago, a great middle sized house. What I loved about this house was the space of the yard, it was out of the town so the space was much quiet and out of anything you can have much piece of mind. Outside of this house there were bottles, hanged on the wall, used to illuminate the front of the house, I loved them, they were colourful, beautiful and they were many. By saying "many" is that I had planned to remove them but I lazed out. One day I came home from the work, it was heavily raining. I got in, changed the clothes, made a cup of tea and stood at the window next to the front door, all by myself wishing I had a wife, the dewdrops fueled my thoughts. From where I stood I could see few bottles hanged on the wall. After finishing the cup of tea, I turned to put the empty cup into the sink. Behind me, I heard the sound of something that was breaking down, more like a glass. Rapidly I turned, walked few steps towards the window to look outside, one of the bottles had fallen. I placed the cup on top of the tea table, with my robe I went out side, carefully taking my steps. On the floor with the broken glass pieces there was a very heavy letter folded quiet a great deal, eroded on its corners. Slowly I picked up the letter, opened it. " My dear, something I did which I'm not proud of, I robbed a bank while you were still in hospital. I was afraid the public hospital would fail to give you the medical attention you deserved, so with this money I wanted to quick rush you to the private hospital. But because you quickly recovered I hid the money. All of the front house, I plastered the money on the wall, break the wall to receive the money." Yours truly : Your father, John. After reading the letter, my eye shot straight to the front wall, my blood boiled. " No, which means if the bottle is still here, she didn't take the money" I said to myself. I went to the garage, taking out the tool, speeding, I wasn't thinking straight, heavy pound of a hammer, small hammer whichever may help me. It was raining but I didn't mind, I worked in the middle of the heavy storm, this is money we're talking about. I started knocking the wall, heavily so, the window shattered down, the fency wall broke off, I didn't care, everything fell of, hard even. After I had knocked the wall off, I found out, for the money we don't prepare, we just do, it could be anything at all, if it says money we will do it, but only if your mind is weak. Well? There was no money. The third bottle to fall off the floor had a letter too. "Dear new owner of the house. It was a prank. Well, a prank gone wrong. Yes, you looked right, thinking you'd find money under the ruble of the wall. There's no money. Good luck building another wall" The message in the bottle said. © Thabangcopyright