It was a beautiful sunny Friday.
With earphones stuffed in her ears and her mind clouded with thoughts, she walked.
She walked as fast as she could to catch a train.
Her body threatened to collapse due to being overly fatigued.
It was a long and lonely road up ahead.
It was peaceful, quiet.
She walked under the comfortable and protective shade of the trees from the sun.
Boys Like Girl's The Great Escape was blasting in her ears.
In the middle of that lonesome road, there she walked.
Right up ahead, about 50 feet away; a motorcycle came cruising by.
In front of her, a man with a huge pouch-bag strapped around his hips.
And ahead of the man, was a woman with a white handbag and a blue paperbag.
She was wearing a bright sea blue shirt and white pants.
The motorcycle stopped adjacent to her.
Down, in a swish, a gnome ran on his little feet.
And he snatched her precious white handbag and hopped on back on the motorcycle like a frog leaping from one spot to another and back again.
From the back, she could only watch.
A lightning of fear and adrenaline coursed through her body.
She was greatful to God that she was not in the place of that unfortunate woman.
As she looked ahead, she saw the same relief in the man with the pouch bag.
She forced her limbs to walk on faster to be rid of that lonely and forsaken path.
At the end of the road, a police car whisked by.
And she wondered to herself. Is there no justice in this world?
The motorcycle carrying that leaping leech was in the opposite direction.
Why did the man ahead not run to the woman's aid?
Are human beings that self-centred that injustice is left in the corner of the dumpsite.
Left there to rot and spread vermins and carry viruses around.
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