Struck Twice
By Lakshna, age 17, United Arab Emirates
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
She hurried down the dark street, aware of the silence and the cold chill. The trees crossed overhead, creating a canopy of rustling leaves. Patches of sky showed through, and there was hardly enough light to see by. Her path stretched on, seemingly endless. It had to end somewhere, and she had walked the road before. Yet she couldn't explain the grip of fear she felt on her, couldn't explain why her eyes kept darting, probing the darkness, ears straining for the slightest unusual sounds, hands clenched to lash out at whatever struck her.And then, there it was. The house she was making her way towards. She had nearly walked past it; she had to double back. She took only a couple of steps when she was struck. She lashed out at what had hit her but her hands found only air. She looked down and saw that it had only been bits of twigs and leaves, brought on by the sudden gust of wind. She smiled to herself, and walked towards the house.
And then, he struck. One, two stabs, and it was done. Easy.