CHOICELESS; I wish I am me

A fist of panic squeezed her inside. She sweated profusely as if she had run a marathon, not having a clue of what to do; She took the pen knife immediately and held it firmly as she tip-toed to the door.

She quietly opened the door to stab him, but he swooped backward immediately and ran for his life.

Then, it dawned on her that she was in for a deeper predicament.

'He will go and enlighten the corps and they will come after me.' she pondered.

Slipping into her car, she sped off Immediately to God knows where; with blood stains plastered all over her.

As if she had known, the corps zoomed in after she had left. They phoned the family of Mr. P and informed them about his demise.

As sympathizers began mustering around, the corps crossed the compound with a ribbon. They took with them the pen knife, the wine glass; and other pieces of evidence they could lay hold of; including a picture of the scene.

They headed straight to the hospital afterward in search of her.

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