A witness to a street crime

by Ariam

The darkness always stuns me at night. It was as dark as a raven’s feather. I was out late at night again. I had been over at Rachel’s house, and had to take the train home. The darkness surrounded me as a cloth I could not throw of my shoulders. The wind felt chilly as I walked to the station in my sneakers. A wide smile came over my lips. Last night Rachel had painted all over my shoes, to say the least they won’t white anymore. She had painted them a bright pink colour and added glitter. The glitter was almost off the shoes, but left behind a trail to where I had walked before. I felt as if I was Hansel and Gretel, living behind breadcrumbs to a safe place. Even in this dark hour they shined like a little sun. As I admired my shoes I did not pay attention to where I was walking. A second later I was on the ground, and a huge man stood before me. “I am so sorry” busted out of my mouth followed by excuses like, “I cannot even see where I am waking”, and even more excuses. The man laugh loudly, I would bet on that people in five miles away could hear his roar of laughter.

I could tell my cheeks were getting hot, now I appreciated the darkness for hiding my embarrassment. The man lifted me up on my feet in one big scoop. As I saw his face he still had a little grin upon his lips, he reminded me of a devil. “It´s fine, nobody got hurt, and nobody will, run along now” he said so commanding my feet could not resist running away. I would have run all the way to the station, if only, I had not drooped my one of my pink painted shoes. To think I was in such a hurry that I left it behind.

Before I reached the place I had encountered the mysteries man, I stopped. The man broke the cars window. The tiny glass fragments were scattered all over the road. The car alarm went off, and to seconds later it stopped. The street was back to silence, but the silence was disturbed once more as I called 911.