As she stepped on the zebra crossing a car came from nowhere and hit her. For a few moments everyone around was too stunned to react.
A couple of men standing near the bookstore rushed towards her. The car that had hit her came to a screeching halt. A tough looking man came out of the car and ran towards the injured girl and asked in a harsh, insulting voice, “Is she still alive?”
The question shocked everyone and invoked instant hostility. But the hostile glares did not deter him, “She is a thief; she had picked my pocket; my wallet must be with her. Search her, now.”
Now everyone looked at her and with suspicious eyes. Fortunately she was not badly hurt and was trying to regain her composure.
“What a pretty face this devilish woman has; who would even think that she could be a thief?” said one of the onlookers; there number had increased in the meanwhile.
“I am no thief,” she said a weak, shaken voice.
“She is lying, don’t get fooled by her?” tough looking man shouted.
“Search her; call the police; she looks like a thief; I think I have seen her somewhere; she must be a thief, don’t let her go,” everyone had something to contribute in the situation.
“Please, if you wish, you may call the police, but I am no thief. This man...,” she looked around but the tough looking man was nowhere to be seen. He had vanished, leaving his car behind.
Onlookers were baffled. Everyone expected everyone else to take an initiative to break the impasse. But no one was willing to stick his neck out and slowly the crowd dispersed.
It was only later that many of the bystanders realized that their wallets had gone missing; their pockets had been picked.
Police found that the car left behind by the tough looking man was a stolen one.
A post for A to Z April (2015) Challenge
Letter Z for Zebra Crossing
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