I tumbled down the hill at the side of a bridge. I rolled over grass, little stones, stumps, and fell at the bottom on a walking trail. I was sore all over. At the bottom of the hill I slowly arose my body aching. I couldn’t walk on my ankle and I felt so dizzy I was so sick to my stomach.
That’s when I saw her leaning against one of the bridge pylons. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and her deep brown eyes had a vacant look. She approached me with caution and bared her teeth. Long strips of dirty oily hair fell in front of her face and she made no movement to brush them away just slowly moved towards me.
A little knife was gripped in her hand and she pushed me down with her finger poking bruised ribs. Suddenly, the knife was buried in my side…
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