My 10 Minute Friend

 Wading through the boulevard towards the street where I dwelt, I decided to think about it in the night while watching any incoming news about Jasmine. My heart was dejected and I covered my face with the hood because I felt that everyone was looking at me and pointing as if I was the one who did it. Why did I run away from the crowd and who were the men who carried her away. I could be the only one who could save Jasmine whether she was alive or dead because I could remember the two men, their face, voices and stature but with turning out the information would be my graveyard for life.