The Unknown

The car was moving fast, along the wooded path on an uncharted area in Africa. The scorching sun was going down ,cooling the surrounding. The car stopped and someone got out.

He was wearing glasses with a chain linked to. He moved forward looking here and there uneasily. The car drove forward without changing its course. The man was looking at the departing car with vacant eyes.

"Who are you?...and what are you searching for?" asked the passers by, but the man has not opened his mouth nor displayed any sign of understanding.

The curious crowed gathered closer and close, as they wanted to know the identity of the stranger. Some people were in anger sparked by the silence of the stranger.

"he may be a spy, we should not let him go." someone cried from the far. The angry mob looked here and there searching for the speaker , but found none.

"He might be one of the spies of the white, so we must do our duty" Cried many voices in rage. The stranger looked around with vacant eyes and now and then they met the burning eyes of the mob.

The police came late as usual, the stranger was lying blood was seeping through his coat. The curious people were closing tightly.

" Who hit this poor man?"

No answer from the crowd.

"is a an American, a spy " a shout came from the crowd.

The police took a card from the dead man before him and read it aloud

BLIND and DEAF