Title: The Eyewitness
by Nazira from London | in writing, fiction
It was on a rainy day, when escalating fear shivered down my spine and through my veins. It was a feeling unforgotten and twenty four hours past but I was still thinking about the horrific sentiment. Memories flashed back as I sat under the ripped blanket. Rain drops tapped my head more rapidly as the rain increased like a crescendo. It was like a trauma striking three hundred Hertz per second. Have I never seen rain? It was a day like no other and I could literally hear my heart beat. My feelings were inexplicable: I felt like a mentally disturbed and sub-humane man. My wife saw me in that miserable state as she was approaching me to give me a cup of coffee in the balcony. She asked me why I was shivering with fear but I refused to tell her. Silence thumped. Until my wife insisted I would tell her the story that changed my life...
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