I shut the door and broke down in fear.
I wanted to tell them—the police—that I witnessed the murder. That I actually saw the killer. But how could I?
It all happened on a random rainy evening, as I was walking home from college with a handful of groceries. I hadn't brought an umbrella, and soon the rain began to pour. A light breeze quickly turned into a heavy storm. I pulled on my raincoat and started to run.
Suddenly, the grocery bag tore open, and the tomatoes spilled onto the ground. Since I was already in my lane, I decided to rush home, drop off the rest of the groceries on the veranda, and come back to collect the tomatoes.
I grabbed an umbrella from the stand and headed back in the same direction. With the empty bag in hand, I began picking up the tomatoes, one by one. The sky had darkened, and the rain made everything feel eerie and quiet.
Just as I finished gathering the last one and turned to leave.
Suddenly….