The walking stick to my death

September 26, 2017
Custom User Avatar
More by this author

preclude from my mind since her death kept hindering me over and above. The sound of a walking stick.. The sound of my nightmares! I dont know how I got here. All I know is I ran and this is where I ended or maybe not yet. I walked as fast as I could across the narrow school corridor my pitiable ears pressured to block the dreadful rythm as I put my hands over my ears sheathing them.


     I felt a cold metal slashing my tan skinned neck. The thudding sound stopped and I wished the light had left my eyes sooner. I saw my father put an arm across my best friends shoulder and lead her away. With a knife in his hand and a walking stick in hers.






Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback