Faded Away

Letter: 18

It was extremely crowded on the streets that day.

Seemed like the city had awakened after an eternal slumber.

I was walking with the coin clutches tightly in my hand, trying to keep it safe from any pick-pocket that might mistake it for a wallet.

Then someone pushed me. I lost my balance and fell back on the ground and along with it lost my hold on the coin too.

Just in time when I found it a man picked it up and ran away.

I got on my feet as quickly as I could and started following him.

Continuously yelling at him to stop, I ran after him, shoving people out of my way as if they were obstacles in my quest to salvation.

Suddenly, the man took an unexpected turn. I followed him, thinking he might want to make me lose him, only to find out that it was a dead end.

The man was standing there facing me and brandishing a knife in his filth, skeletal hands.

Foolishly, I asked him politely to return me my possession. But instead of doing so he told me to back off.

I asked him again to give me back my coin, almost begging to him. But, this time he threatened to kill me.

And then I lunged at him.