I stood amongst the crowd of people who had gathered to see what the commotion was; most recoiled in disgust at the sight of him. There lay a woman, whom no one had known well, but who had approached all who roamed the streets. Her face was pale—paler than mine, even—covered with thick layers of makeup that hid the wrinkles of her skin.
The police would not expect me; I was masterful in my disguise. I looked like any other man on the street: a well-fitting suit, a tie, finely trimmed hair, and a top hat. Nevertheless, I remained nervous. Whenever a policeman looked at me, my hands sweated, my knees trembled, and my mouth dried—if not for this disguise, I would surely have been caught!
I had been watching the police officers for some time now, but something else caught my eye—a man; a man who struck me as …show more content…
Somehow, this man had seen through my masquerade. Carefully, I backed deeper into the crowd, trying to avoid any attention. I never gazed away from the man and the officer. As I walked, I suddenly felt foolish; they would expect me to return and admire the aftermath of my work.
It seemed that he noticed my attempted exit. A loud scream came from his red face.
“Oi! He’s gettin’ away!” he bellowed.
I had no other choice but to run. I ran faster than I had ever done. I could hear the sound of policemen behind me, their voices growing louder and louder. Every step I took, it felt like they had taken two—I could not keep up. In order to escape, I had to be faster. I turned around, but soon noticed one thing—these men were not sporty. They were fast, this was certain—they had almost caught up to me. However, they lacked anything that would suggest agility or the ability to run for much longer.
Using the shape of my pursuers against them, I quickly scaled a gate and ran into and back ally. I had successfully evaded the police. I sat on the floor breathing heavily. I stared at the sky and a thought formed in my inner ear:
Next time, I would not be so
The police would not expect me; I was masterful in my disguise. I looked like any other man on the street: a well-fitting suit, a tie, finely trimmed hair, and a top hat. Nevertheless, I remained nervous. Whenever a policeman looked at me, my hands sweated, my knees trembled, and my mouth dried—if not for this disguise, I would surely have been caught!
I had been watching the police officers for some time now, but something else caught my eye—a man; a man who struck me as …show more content…
Somehow, this man had seen through my masquerade. Carefully, I backed deeper into the crowd, trying to avoid any attention. I never gazed away from the man and the officer. As I walked, I suddenly felt foolish; they would expect me to return and admire the aftermath of my work.
It seemed that he noticed my attempted exit. A loud scream came from his red face.
“Oi! He’s gettin’ away!” he bellowed.
I had no other choice but to run. I ran faster than I had ever done. I could hear the sound of policemen behind me, their voices growing louder and louder. Every step I took, it felt like they had taken two—I could not keep up. In order to escape, I had to be faster. I turned around, but soon noticed one thing—these men were not sporty. They were fast, this was certain—they had almost caught up to me. However, they lacked anything that would suggest agility or the ability to run for much longer.
Using the shape of my pursuers against them, I quickly scaled a gate and ran into and back ally. I had successfully evaded the police. I sat on the floor breathing heavily. I stared at the sky and a thought formed in my inner ear:
Next time, I would not be so