It was very dark around; I could not make out the time. I could see no one around me. I was walking alone. There was a lot going on through my mind but I could not make out what. A part inside me wanted to burst out. I could feel my skin expanding and exploding to form a bare individual. This was not the case yesterday.
Who was this stranger that I felt inside me. All I could feel was rage coming inside me. This had never happened before.
It was just a few hours ago, broad day light we were at the intersection we had just walked a few blocks to get some fresh air. Just as we were about to cross the road, a stranger approached towards me. A few seconds later all I could make out was the sound of tyre screeching. My friend on the ground with blood around. That’s all I could remember...
And I could do nothing about it. The driver had escaped being a teenager driving with unknown speeds. I was now a stranger to myself. I was just a stranger in the night without my friend.
Who was this stranger that I felt inside me. All I could feel was rage coming inside me. This had never happened before.
It was just a few hours ago, broad day light we were at the intersection we had just walked a few blocks to get some fresh air. Just as we were about to cross the road, a stranger approached towards me. A few seconds later all I could make out was the sound of tyre screeching. My friend on the ground with blood around. That’s all I could remember...
And I could do nothing about it. The driver had escaped being a teenager driving with unknown speeds. I was now a stranger to myself. I was just a stranger in the night without my friend.
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 31; the thirty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'Strangers in the Night'
