qatil maqtul-

-it  was  a  dry  march  evening  on the  second of  the  month, cool  winds  from the  sea  blew  in,  she  was  enjoying  walking  in the  coolness of  them, she  had  almost  reached  the  super  market  when she  heard  a  car  horn  behind  her  back,  she  got  aside  giving  more  space  to  the  car  as  she  without  turning  to  look  around  kept  walking  on the  foot  path,  but  the  car  slowed  down  and  began  driving   at  her  walking  pace, from the  corner  of  the  eye  she  saw  the  window  glass  was  down  and  she  was  being  greeted  , a  meaningful  smile  appeared on her  lips