A quick tale 126

Embroidery

He came at me from behind, taking me by surprise. And before I knew it, he had grabbed my bag and run away with it.

Some days later...

I was scared out of my wits. He brandished a knife and threatened to attack me if I didn't hand over my bag.
Poor you.
It was either my life or the bag.
No choice.
Obviously. I tamely handed over my bag.

In a few weeks...

He had a menacing look about him. I should've been more watchful.
Was he a big man?
Built like a weight-lifter. With bulging arms and all. I was no match.
And he threatened to knife you.
I'm sure he'd have ripped me to pieces if I hadn't handed over my bag.

The following month...

He was giant. An armed giant. He had a revolver and a knife.
Oh my god!
Look at this scar on my neck.
What??
He held the knife to my neck and laughed like a maniac. It's still ringing in my ears.
What did you do?
What would anyone do? I gave up my bag to save my life.

In a couple of decades...

I can still remember those weeks when I was held hostage.
Hostage?
Yes, by a group of disgustingly vile terrorists.
No way!
They tortured me. In the most shocking ways.
I'm at a loss for words.
Scarring me beyond recognition.
All because...
All because I didn't hand over my hand bag when threatened.