Yellowwood Murder

It took him a while to recognize his surroundings, and he finally realized that he was home. Well, not exactly home! He was back in Durban. He was back in Yellowwood Park, where he had grown up. He had lived most of his teenage years in Yellowwood Park, and he remembered the sweet smell of the yellowwood trees in particular. The smell always seemed stronger at night.

After a horrific accident, he managed to escape with only slight concussion and amnesia. He dwelled around and approached the only familiar landmark at the spur of the moment.

Fast Forward to a procedure that would remove a growth on his brain. The procedure came with side effects though, and then one mystery after another was unveiled. He was living an unimaginable nightmare. This is a story of accidental killing, murder and cover-up. It has a touch of psycho, desire and compassion. This short story is a must read!