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segunda-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2016

A SINGULAR DETAIL IN THE GARDEN

A SINGULAR DETAIL IN THE GARDEN



Röhrig C.
Pelotas/2015







John and Brenda Koldowsky lived in a beautiful wooden house. Up the street. Almost at the feet of the hill. It was a strong walking uphill difficult to access. Three houses down lived a retired professor Ralph Bradwin.
At the time I was the detective Raymond Chester Jr. And I had an office in the center of the quiet town of Pulp Pulp.
Both Koldowsky family and the professor were my long-standing acquaintances. Furthermore that was one of the biggest cases of my career as a detective in that place, connecting the two residences. And a lady who was passing through town. Her name was Pamela Himes.
The famous disappearance of Edgar.
For a quiet town where nothing ever happened that was a great tragedy.
Mainly because he was too young. Edgar had been adopted by Koldowsky family. They liked to call him "Junior."
And that's how it all started.
The next day after the storm, the phone rang.
I answered.
- Hello - I said.
- Detective Raymond Chester Jr.? -  asked a female voice.
- Yes, speaking – I Said – Who is talking?
- It’s Brenda Koldowsky.
- How can I help you Mrs. Koldwsky?
- Junior has disappeared!
- Has he really disappeared? Have you already searched around the neighborhood?
- Yes, sure! You need to come. It's urgent! Our Junior disappeared.
- Calm down lady, I'm on my way.
- We're desperate! You need to come soon.
She hung the phone up.
It appeared to be very serious. I hung the phone up; I grabbed my coat and my detective hat. And moved toward the Koldwskys’ house.
Five blocks walking through the mud and debris that the storm had spread. Fallen trees in the street, tiles, pieces of windows, boards, a headless teddy bear. It looked like the scene of a war zone. People over the roofs of houses. Stretching tarps to protect themselves. It was very sad.
A lady was coming down the street toward me; she looked worried and too hasty. She passed me and bumped into my shoulder. Almost knocked me down, and continued down toward the center. I stared at her as she continued walking. That lady was an outsider; I had never seen her before. My detective instinct said that there could be something related to the case.
But I could not go back and stop her. I kept on walking to the Koldowsdys’ house.
Brenda received me at the front door of her house. She had dark circles and her tears flowed freely.
- Mrs. Brenda... I said.
- It's his fault! She said.
- Whose fault is it?
- It’s John’s fault. He never liked Junior.
John was behind her and argued:
- Brenda, my Dear, I loved Junior, you cannot say that.
- Good morning, Sir!
- Good morning, detective!
I had already my second suspect. I just needed to find a reason. Well, Brenda had said he did not like Junior. But would that be a good reason?
- Friends, we have to calm down - I said – Have you seen a lady who has just walked down? Do you know her?
John was quiet and wondering.
- You mean a young lady who has just walked down?
- Yes, that’s right. Do you know her?
- That is Pamela Himes. She is Professor’s niece.
There was something wrong, the Professor was not Himes he was Badwin. I knew it because I had read his name on the mailbox while I went up the street.
- Are you sure John?
- I do not know Chester, it was what she said, when he came here at our home.
- Hmmm. I thought while wondering how suspicious that seemed to be.
As we talked the old professor came out in front of his house and stood there watching. He seemed very curious. I made a sign for him to come up the street.
- Good morning, Neighbors! Good morning, Detective. He said.
- Good morning Professor Ralph - I said - and how is your niece?
- My niece Pamela? A little frightened because of the storm. She has just gone down the street.
- Pamela Himes?
- Yes, she is my sister’s daughter. Carson Himes is my sister’s husband.
It made sense. For now, I would rule out the suspicion of the lady.
- Do you like Junior?
- What kind of question is that, Detective?
- Just answer me!
- I have nothing in favor nor against Junior. As long as he does not invade my yard.
I felt in his reply that there was some resentment. The girl was free of suspicion. But the professor had just entered the list.


The Koldowskys’ garden was a mess because of the storm. Several broken branches trees were scattered across the lawn. Even the little angel statue that was near the door had fallen. As it was beside me I used it as a support.             I stepped on it to rest and relax my leg. My varicose veins were killing me. I had to keep my leg slightly bent. That statue was good enough.
Brenda started crying again and John tried to make her feel better by hugging her and speaking words of comfort.
The professor realized I was looking at him suspiciously. He had become the number one suspect of my list.
- You are thinking I have something to do with the disappearing of Junior, aren’t you?
- You are saying that professor, not me!
- That is ridiculous!
Brenda stopped crying and said: - He never liked Junior either!
I started to figure out that Junior did not have many people who admire him. Apparently no one liked him.
- Mrs. Brenda...You cannot be accusing everyone without having evidence. I said.
- But none of them liked him.
- I will strive my best to solve this case but I shall advice you to stop accusing people without evidence.
- All right, detective. John said.
I needed to go back to the office to put things together. But before leaving the place I decided to lift up the angel statue.
It was a shock for everyone. Edgar, as they used to call “Junior” had been smashed by the statue. The young guinea pig was dead.
He probably had run off during the storm and by a misfortune of destiny his death was caused by an accident. The case was solved.
My name is detective Raymond Chester Jr. And this was the biggest case of my career as a detective in the small and quiet town of Pulp Pulp.

The End.















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Röhrig C. (Clarimundo Röhrig)









Röhrig C. , nome literário de Clarimundo Röhrig, nasceu em 27 de dezembro de 1971, Pedro Osório, Rio Grande do Sul, Brasil. Desde sedo gostava de fugir de casa e ir contar historias para um casal de idade que morava na casa ao lado. Aos quatro anos de idade, foi morar com sua família em Pelotas, permanecendo até os dezoito anos, quando começou suas viagens.
Nos anos 80 formou uma banda de rock, influenciado pelas bandas de rock depressivo e punk.  Foi um período de muita criatividade poética e contracultura. Dos vinte anos aos vinte e três morou entre Viamão e Porto Alegre, estudou em um colégio interno.
A partir dos dezesseis anos, sua vida sempre foi mais voltada à boemia e a literatura, alternando com estudos, empregos, amores, tudo sempre muito temporário.
Em 1993 quando terminou o segundo grau técnico, voltou para Pelotas, ficando um breve espaço de tempo, depois foi para uma área próxima à reserva ecológica do Taim, Cachoeirinha, Porto Alegre....Aos vinte cinco anos foi morar em Teresópolis, Rio de Janeiro.
Pelotas e Porto Alegre sempre serviram de base, de ponto de partida para suas aventuras, especializou-se em botânica. O que lhe garantiu novas viagens, podendo viajar por todo o estado do Rio Grande do Sul em expedições de coleta de material botânico.
Fez vários cursos em Universidades de Porto Alegre, Canoas, Novo Hamburgo.  Passou um tempo morando em algumas cidades da serra de Santa Catarina.
No inicio do ano de 2000 começou a participar de vários concursos literários, coletâneas, algumas participações em jornais, publicou cinco livros de poesia de forma independente. Recebeu vários prêmios literários naquele ano.
Depois continuou viajando.
 Voltando a Pelotas em 2004, no ano de 2005 começou a cursar o curso de ecologia na Universidade Católica de Pelotas. Curso que ele abandonou em 2007. Passou alguns períodos dessa época em algumas cidades no estado de São Paulo.
Já no período de 2009 a 2013 construiu uma empresa de eventos na cidade de Pelotas.  Mas apesar das atividades que vinha realizando nunca abandonou a literatura, apesar de não publicar nada neste período.
Apenas no final de 2013 é que começou a publicar seus livros de prosa (contos, novelas) e alguns livros de poesia. Casou em 1996, teve um filho e se separou em 2014.
Sua literatura pode ser dividida em poesia contemporânea influenciada pelo estilo de vida underground e boêmio, principalmente por influencia musical do Rock dos anos 60/70 e 80.  Na prosa ele tem forte influencia beat e noir.  Seus temas preferidos são personagens marginais, miseráveis, experiências escatológicas, suspense, investigação.  De estilo extremamente livre e imediatista, a sempre uma urgência em suas palavras, como se o tempo estivesse terminando e ele tivesse que contar as histórias de forma simultânea. O que lhe da certo desregramento estrutural. Suas historias são irônicas, causticas, de um humor ferino e muitas vezes chegando ao grotesco e mórbido.
Até o presente momento publicou 37 livros de poesia e prosa. Sendo que os primeiros cinco livros de poesia: foram publicados no ano de 2000 não se tendo referencia dos títulos no momento.
 São quatro novelas: Quando nasce um romance (2013), Vermelho 8 (histórias de assassinos) – primeiro volume (2014), Negociante de almas – primeiro volume (2015),  Negociante de almas – segundo volume  (2015), O  Convite (2015). Dose livros de Contos: Com prazer (Historias de Derniers Jeux – Parte I) (2013),  Com prazer (Historias de Derniers Jeux – Parte II) (2013), Com prazer (Historias de Derniers Jeux – Parte III) (2014),  Com prazer (Historias de Derniers Jeux – Parte IV) (2014),  Com prazer (Historias de Derniers Jeux – Parte V) (2014), Jeux vai às compras (1)  (2014), Com prazer (Historias de Derniers Jeux – Parte VI) (2015), Um detalhe no Jardim (2015), Horizonte ardente (2015), Rey (cinquenta horas de agonia)  (2015), Quase perfeita (2015), O misterioso caso do elefante invisível (2015). Roteiro para teatro um: Willian & Willian (2013). São treze livros de poesia: Noite De Inverno (2013), Smells Like Teen Spirit  (2014), Sobreviventes (2014), Black Celebration (2014), Cocaine Blues  (2014), Distancias (2014), Poemas inacabados (2014), Yo ho ho e uma garrafa de rum (2014), O esporte dos deuses (2015), Flor-de-lis (2015), Existem pássaros no inferno e eles também cantam (2015), A sublime arte de roubar e de mentir (2015), Além do Paraíso (2015). E um livro de pensamentos e textos livres: Pensamentos & Coisas banais.  Seus livros estão disponíveis em digital (ebook) e impresso (book).

Atualmente esta escrevendo um romance, algumas novelas, livros de contos e poesia. De forma simultânea. Em algum lugar no Rio Grande do Sul.






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