Mortgage Shakedown- Short Snip

I closed my eyes and clenched my fist when I saw the last sight of a rod punched in the sand, and none of them ever hoped for this conduct unbecoming. I prayed for a long time, but my guilt had cost me to pay the last debt upon me. It was not my fault entirely, but some involved sneaked through the back door and snickered on their way down the alley. The false and pencilled eyebrows were dropped with evil embarkment that I had taken in my own hands, but now it was too late and perilous to begin a new way of living.

Alex Hamilton, a broad-minded person, stood beside me and wriggled into my ears about this new real estate plan. His smoggy appearance told me about his character but, as rightly, said ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover.’ I blindly followed him to his cabin, where the incandescent atmosphere admired me to refer to his plans. It stoked me when Mr Hamilton took the cup in his hand and emptied it into the sink and handed over the booklet of many deceptive buildings which I had not dreamt about, but it was happening more than I expected.

The door shut behind me and I saw Mr Hamilton holding up the telephone facing towards the window and started chanting “It’s all your fault don’t start a heated conversion now.” What danced in my ears were the dreams that speak about coming up in the world, carelessly overlooked the situation, and headed to the elevator. It was 6 months ago all that I dreamt about were now heading for a major turnover.

3 months later, a notice was delivered to my address. New renowned address spoke congratulations, and that’s it. With few words said more than it could stand on a fair speech and I realized the fact that things were going well and planned. I invested a large sum of money into the company welfare account and some filthy form to fill up on which my fake reading signature was stamped, misleading upon the consequences which I could face. I later got possession of my new home isolated from the daily budget and commemorate streets with busy workers and disturbing people. My life seemed to have settled, but thinking about how caused butterflies in my stomach.

I handled some of my delicate things, which later was shifted to my new house. The walls got decorated, things settled, and a large routine. Things were going as planned when I could hear some shouting and hooting voices behind the main door. I struggled myself to open and to my horror, a group of corporate members with two police officers landed on the doorstep. An old manhandled me some papers about the land claims. The time when I got out of the bed was like walking straight into the devil’s aisle, fearless. The notice was about the illegal building of a house on government land. For obvious I could think about slamming the door behind my back and jumping onto the bed and blocking my ears who tried to bring my house down. I was pulled out of the house and the bulldozer’s arm rested upon my house and scratched the rooftop must be a hard time with no care. Two more joined the party to bring out the flame out of my mind as the scene could have taken my eyes out. It was goofy to say that I brought my house down because of a single piece of paper, but surely touches of humour bring tears. I really could have described the obnoxious attitude of Mr Hamilton, but maybe I was too joyful that now I had to face the music.

In the affable and dapper appearance of my late house, all turned into debris, stones, and rods. My gaunt dreams were just a pluck away to shatter all apart and I could see nothing but the last piece of wall, which was now demolished. I curse my mind to follow all these credits which could laugh at my loss and the last debt conquered over my salary, which left nothing but the last piece of debris and ashes of my dreams. I should have read the second page of the meanings category, which I skipped because of the call from the deal breaker and, like the cup of coffee, it had all drained out with my dear belongings.