R.W. Thomas

You are walking along your usual path, the rain is pouring down on you, your umbrella is protecting you from the water. You see a man under a tree, he is shaking, his eyes are wide open, he does not blink, his hair is tangled and greasy, his stubble is unshaven. When he starts to talk, his voice is shaking and nervous, as if he is waiting for something.

“Who are you? What do you want from me..?!”