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Walk In
My Shoes
furiously piercing into my skin. My enraged pulse was throbbing in
my ears. It was wrong.
I can’t remember when I first started to charge towards him. My
surroundings became a blur, all I could see was the loathsome
creature in front of me. The moment my fist sunk into him, I felt
free, more alive. The sharp metallic stench of blood oozed from his
despicable body. He deserved to scream, he deserved to howl. He
was the monster who needed to be punished. The coward wouldn’t
even fight back. He was pathetic. I withdrew when I was convinced
his punishment was adequate.
“Are you okay miss?” I asked the frangible figure standing behind
me.
Her beauty was still prominent, despite her tussled hair and
crooked teeth. The pale peach and indigo on her dress swirled into
intricate flowers around her hips. Her skin glowed with sweat under
the soft light floating down from the streetlamp above. At the end
of her elegant fingers were delicate blue droplets of colour. I could
still smell her scent of faint lemongrass and lavender under the
pungent odour of sweat. On her feet were flat, black boots.
“No, people shouldn’t be allowed to do that. It’s wrong” She
responded, her petite nose sneering down at the criminal behind
me. I glanced down at the grubby crumpled purse laying by my feet.
Its beauty had been crushed, its now torn sides eating away its
beauty. The soot of the city streets had stained its innocent pinks
and purples. It could never be the same.
I picked up the fragile purse and handed it to the unfortunate
lady. She scowled at the purse, as if it was equal to the rat that had
been trying to take it off her. She snatched it out of my hands. She
glared at the shameful man at her feet. I felt a warm glow inside,
despite the sun having long ago hidden itself below the horizon. I
had done the right thing. Using all her might, she ripped the purse
in half.
My eyebrows furrowed. Was that not what she was frantically
grabbing only moments ago? Had I missed something? Why would
she destroy something she wanted so badly? My eyes widened. She
had wanted to destroy it. My blood went cold. It was then, that I
turned and truly saw the man behind me.
He was in the heap I left him, crumpled and diminished. What
was left of his protective coat flew open, exposing his secret: a shiny
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