A night, an empty road, no streetlights, and definitely no pharmacy. The trouble with lighting here is—well, there isn’t any. I’m trudging through a small grove from the train station to the village, scolding myself: city naivety—turns out I thought that for winter, nine in the evening was still tolerable. I walk almost blind, feeling my way forward, wobbling a little… and then, from the darkness, a voice calls out: “Stop! Stop, you rascal, I said stop! I’ll catch you anyway!”
My insides instantly go cold; my heart drops somewhere down. I pick up my pace, trying to look back, but around me is total darkness—nothing is visible. I move toward the sound, toward the voice. Well, not exactly running… more like hurrying along.
There has to be a turn—here it is… and in the very next second I smash head-on into a broad man’s chest.
Music inserts were used in the book: Santuary Love | Hiphop Instrumental by kontraamusic – https://freesound.org/s/788644/ – License: Creative Commons 0