Destiny

In life we ​​have no control. Neither joy nor sadness, neither love nor hate. Everything just happens on a wire and we are the tightrope walkers of our destiny.

Jack was sure of it. He had just once again spent a day full of events that disturbed him to the depths of his being. Despite his mischievous character and his apparent joie de vivre, he was a prisoner of his lively spirit which told him a sad and nostalgic reality of those beautiful years on which he had just drawn a line. As he walked along this alley he smelled the smell of cotton candy cooking in the cauldron of the traveling salesman he used to meet every evening on his way home from work. It reminded him of his childhood and the walks he had taken on this same street with his father a few years earlier.

Lost in his thoughts and intoxicated by this nostalgic smell, he walked, looking at his feet and counting three by three the cobblestones that were strewn on the ground.

He was suddenly awakened by a scream. It was ten o'clock and the alley was empty. He looked around trying to figure out what was going on.

At first sight nothing seemed abnormal but his instinct told him that he had to be on his guard. His hand tightened on his umbrella and all his senses were awakened. A city like London is full of thugs and he had to be careful. A few years earlier he had witnessed an armed robbery a few streets away and since then he had been careful walking home. Suddenly the smell of cotton candy changed to something more unpleasant. Yet it was familiar and very singular to him. Jack could smell a cigar and was therefore sure there was someone nearby.

He was starting to stress and sweat. Suddenly, in the half-light of this icy December night, he saw a red glow in a corner of the alley just behind the garbage cans. From this light a smoke was released. Jack's fears were well founded. There was indeed a black figure and she was staring at him.

Jack shouted:

-" there is someone...? »

The figure disappeared.

Silence again.

Jack moved a little closer and felt he was stepping on a puddle. To his surprise his white shoes had a red tint. He stopped breathing. A huge pool of blood soaked the ground and a corpse lay there in front of him.