Friday, 16 November 2012
Response 3: A stroll through Harlem
Even though everyone was letting on, it felt like they were all strangers in this part of Harlem. From nowhere I was bundled to the ground. There looked no way out for me as the knife glistened against my throat. “Do as I say and live or don’t and die. I want everything you’ve got, no excuses!”
“Put the knife down” said a voice in the darkness “and you will live.” Oh this is great! Now they’re queuing to kill me. Really I’m not that special. The knife man’s hand trembled and turned to jelly as he dropped the knife. Then, spinning, he bombed it up the sidewalk. “Follow me " whispered a voice.
"But you’re going the wrong way!" I protested. "This street only goes one way”
“I am the way” the voice then thundered. I had no choice. Deep down I knew it was the right thing to do.