A Taste of Panic... #Freewrite

The sun was sinking in the orange horizon spread across the west side of the evening sky. A group of about six schoolchildren were killing time discussing how their Friday went down and how tuition on Saturday morning would look like when they were attracted to groups of people hurrying down the street they usually separated.

Simon threw Mbito an enquiring look since they were standing a few metres from where he lived.

How am I supposed to know yet I have been to school like you? He quickly asked. Probably we go check. He added.

Alice mentioned that they were still in their school uniform but still followed them down the street. Curiosity won't let any of them go without understanding what was going on.

People gathered in small groups and spoke in whispers. Children were not allowed anywhere near the groups or near a certain one roomed house. Something was terribly wrong and Alice didn't want to be there.

Being a neighbor and the sneakiest in their group, Mbito was on a mission to know exactly what was going on.

He cast a glance at the ripped ironsheets wall and the white bedsheet flirting with the wind where the massive rip was. A man he knew as a policeman stood somehow near cladding civilian clothes demanding everyone should stay away.

In his hand, an old receiver he couldn't get a signal on so he kept leaving his post for coverage.

Mbito rushed to the scene when he took just two steps in a different direction.

He froze. Panicked.

It was her. The beautiful foreigner girl. She looked like she was sleeping but something told Mbito it was eternal. She was the lightest skinned person he'd ever seen who wasn't white.

The policeman yanked him from the scene and threatened to arrest him if he didn't go home. He ran away. But her face followed him home.

Haunting him.

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My attempt at the amazing @mariannewest's five minute prompt freewrite. This is derived from an early childhood memory.

BQ.