The Mistake

The swirling wind picked up some loose dirt and scattered it all over the stone pavement and my feet. I quickened my pace and wrapped my hands around my shoulders. It was nearing midnight. I intended to get home as soon as possible and quickly made my way though the dimly lit street with the help of the ominous moonlight. There were no stars in the sky. Silence hung densely in the air.
All of a sudden, I ceased in my tracks. There, right in front of my very eyes, an act of injustice was taking place. My pulse raced as I looked on with wide-eyed horror at the shadow play of a murder happeni…