After the movie, she walked along the empty streets. It was a straight road, with shops parallel to the road on each side. A few shops were open and the sun was bright. She then saw a few men. Dressed in gaudy expensive suits. Shades of purple, red and sea green.
They were looking for a bank.
She told them, the ones here only provide basic services. They ignored her and continued walking in the opposite direction. The men were angry and impatient.
She felt uneasy and went in the nearest convenient store and waited.
Several minutes later, there were gun shots. Blood was on the streets.
For some reason, she knew something like this was about to happen. Those men were drug dealers. She knew that too. The police were the ones who came shooting them.
The trees started to fall on the roads. The buildings crumbled. She was safe in the store. Watching. As everything around here collapse. Panic was in the air.
She stared to cry.
The shopkeeper questioned her presence, and accused her of being involved with the drug dealers. She didn't know what to say, as the accusation was a shock to her.
He had a granddaughter, who was about the same age as her. His granddaughter had sad and forgiving eyes and said "Solve this Math question and if you succeed, it means you are not high on drugs and you are innocent."
She handed her a book. Questions on probability. She managed to solve the questions and was allowed to take shelter in the store.
The shopkeeper was still grumpy and unhappy, but she was thankful. She could at least clear her mind, and try to figure things out.
She looked at her feet, and said, "My dad gave me these sandals, about a month ago. My biggest concern was the size. They're too big, see. Now I look back and think, how petty my worries were."
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