Thank you Etol bagam for the photo!
With closed eyes I let the wind to push me its way. The water spray from the cascade washed my face. the cold weather made me the only visitor in the bridge that day. A dreadful sensation in my arm broke my serenity. I remembered, it was the same nasty feeling that I’m running from. As always, in public he was smiling then the private session of beating will follow. I wanted to shout but my voice betrayed me. I tried to pull my arm away but he only kept smiling and shocking my hand. I fought like never before. the look changed in his face, I was tougher this time. The wind became stronger and helped me to push him over the bridge. He clasped my hand, begged for help. Without hesitation, I grabbed my shoe, stab his hand with the heel. He screamed as he was falling. This sight gave me a taste of justice I longed for.
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