Fear
I am on my way home. I see a young man walking towards me. I hope he would be capable of keeping his mouth shut. My heart skips a beat, till he walks past me.
I walk a bit more, and I see an old man driving by. And oh, he is slowing down! I wonder why his car windows are tinted. My heart skips a few beats, till I see the red traffic light ahead.
I continue on my way, and I see a drunk man. I pray that I would survive the ordeal, if he behaves like all drunk men tend to do. My heart stops beating, till he staggers away.
I am almost home. I say a silent prayer of gratitude.
The constant fear - will there ever be an end to it?
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