FlashFiction #2  

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He was walking home-bound. The cold February air made him shiver. He looked at his wrist watch. 12:56a.m. That explained why the street was so empty. It was dark but he knew the place so well he didn't need to get his cellphone and light the way. He had walked on that street since the start of his memory.


Then he heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps. He slowed down. He didn't wanna turn his head to see who it was. But the footsteps seemed to be walking at the same pace as him.


When he finally decided to turn his head, he discovered it was an old man. He didn't see the old man's face. It was faced down. The old man was wearing a red bonnet with holes on it. He didn't know who it was. He turned to face forward again.


After a few steps, the ones behind him became faster. He started to panic. But he calmed himself. He knew there was nothing to be afraid of. If one thing's scary in that street, that would be him and his gang when they need money.


When he turned to see the old man behind, all he could see was a blank street. The old man was gone. For unknown reasons, that gave him goosebumps.


He stopped for a while. There were no houses around so he wondered where the old man went.


Then he turned to face his destination again. But what he saw made him stop, and made his heart beat start racing. It was the old man's back as he walked with his face still down. He found himself looking at the old man's back while he was standing, eyes wide open and stupified. He didn't move.


Then someone emerged from the darkness in front of the old man. The old man stopped and raised his head and moved as if he was being held-up. The old man raised his hand.


The man that emerged from that darkness was about the same age as him. And the tshirt that the man was wearing was familiar to him.


From where he was standing, he could hear what the man was saying. The man was asking for money. "Any amount or you die," he said.


But the old man couldn't present him any money.


The man stabbed the old man. One. Two. Three. The forth stab may have killed the old man instantly


He then realized what he was seeing. It was his past. He was the man that emerged from the darkness. The vision of the old man dying and him running away was gone. He walked briskly.


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