The swirling wind picked up some loose dirt and scattered it all over the stone pavement and my feet. I quickened my pace and wrapped my hands around my shoulders. It was nearing midnight. I intended to get home as soon as possible and quickly made my way though the dimly lit street with the help of the ominous moonlight. There were no stars in the sky. Silence hung densely in the air. All of …showed first 75 words of 456 total…

…showed last 75 words of 456 total…for a play and selected this building as the stony atmosphere was perfect for a murder scene. The "murderer" picked up his gun and squeezed the trigger. Water spurted out. So, it was just a toy gun! Embarrassed by my mistake, I asked to leave and wearily trudged home. I did not want to stay to be laughed at. I told myself with utmost determination, never again to put my finger in someone else's pie!