Walking Through the Park
The bells ring at 8. Llora hears them. They can here them well in the summer because the church is near the park, but in the winter it is harder. The windows of our house are double paned, which makes it harder to hear. They keep them closed because it’s cold. When the last bell goes, Llora leaves the newspaper above the table. She washes the china, which she just used for breakfast. Once she leaves the kitchen, she looks at the front cover of the newspaper she just read. For the 2nd time this week, a woman was murdered. Llora wondered who could be this cruel. She approached the window and looked outside. The sun started to come outside. She shuttered at the the thought that the crimes happened so close to her house. She put on her coat and scarf, then left the house. She usually goes through the park to get to work, but after the crimes she would not go through the park. The past few days she has been going past the streets, they were very busy. Weeks later, Llora forgot about the murders and began to walk through the park again, even at night. One night she had a feeling that someone was still there. She was in the middle of the park and it was to late to change her path. It was dark and windy, and the tree branches began to move. A thick fog had fallen and the street lanterns were dim. She could here the steps of a person walking behind her and then heard a voice. Llora turned her head and saw the back of a tall man. He limped and was wearing a coat, which hid his face. His hair was long. Llora lifted her purse and pushed her attacker. She didn’t see anything else in the park and he was obscure. Llora thought the steps went away, but she was wrong. The man reached to his side, wobbling due to his limp. Llora noticed he was going to faint from being scared. His heart was beating fast and felt like it was going to come out of his body. The man, tall and fat, approached and said “hey lady, can I come with you. I am scared of crossing the park by myself”.
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