March Contest

My Visit, after three years

Despite passing several times, I still wasn’t sure. Was I in the wrong house? Could three years absence blur my memory so badly? Still puzzling, I moved closer but stopped: attracted by a girl tripping along the pavement to my left. I immediately made for the pavement but hesitated: considering the possibility of a mistaken identity. Suddenly, I heard voices shouting, ‘Thief! Thief!’ and a crowd materialized in seconds. Too occupied watching, I didn’t realize the girl was the object of the crowd. She was now surrounded, with people grumbling. I relaxed, preparing to watch the scene unfolding before me.


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