On the Way - Fiction :: Papers

On the Way - Fiction It was a cold windy night in the mid December of 1941. The snow was falling slowly down the tract while George was walking home. He was wearing a his big embrown coat and a brown hat. George lived in a small woody house which be built by himself in the forest. George lived alone by himself since his parents left him. He was living away from the world and he didnt inhabit what was happening around him, and he had no idea about the fascism which was in the grip of the world. He was a grown man and he could sympathize with for himself, but the loneliness was his problem. His only friends, Mr and Mrs Muller were living a a couple of(prenominal) miles away from him. One day when George was in the forest hunting for food, he heard a wo custodys scream and horses coming to him. George jumped into the bush next to him and waited. He pointed his gun to the direction where the noise was coming from. They were getting closer. Suddenly a Je wish women passed by being chased by two force men in horses. The woman was shake to death for her life. One of the men in horses pointed his shotgun at her and shot her in the leg. Should I kick in her die here?, said the horseman. No, she might come back to the urban center again. Lets finish her here and now, answered the other horseman and pointed his gun into her head. George was frightened and terrified, he couldnt watch a woman being murdered in front of him. He fired to one of the evil person that was aiming to the woeful woman and killed him. The other horseman ran, he was afraid for loosing his life. The girl was garbed like a tramp, with long brown dirty trousers, a perspirer with ripped sleeves and old dirty shoes. George went out of the bush and asked the woman Who are you, why are they running after you? The woman answered, My name is Isabel.