“Stop, or I’ll shoot”! The warning sounded behind my back, and I immediately stopped, not having to perish from the bullet of a maniac in my plans.
“Turn to me! Slowly”, the stranger commanded.
I turned slowly on the spot.
“What’s your name”? The man asked curtly.
“Emilia”, I said shortly.
“With what will I shoot at you, Emilia? A bag of rotten leaves”? The insane laughed, showing two rows of grey teeth. “Are you always so obedient”? He added, and I laughed, remembering whether there was at least something ‘obedient’ in my life.
“It’s from surprise, I’m sorry”, I quickly excused myself.
“It’s not a good place for a walk here, is it”? The man asked again.
Maybe he is my only way to rescue? Could I tell him everything, explain everything? Or perhaps he would not listen? What if he hi
