It was time for me to pay the taxi driver after travelling 80 miles but I didn’t have a single coin, as a thief had stolen it from the airport . The driver pushed me out of the taxi and I ended up on the wet rocky ground with my brown leather suitcase and my Dior handbag as I noticed my designer heels I brought from Italy had been ruined with the filthy mud.

I stood up while I was scrubbing the rotten mud off my shirt and I was trembling. I wondered where did the driver leave me? The hairs on my neck stood up. It was murky and all I could hear were crows cawing and the wind shouting at me. My heart was beating fast. While fog was heading my way, all I could see was a tall building- The Eiffel Tower. My hands were turning numb and I was feeling more afraid.  I could smell the dampness of the tall willow trees and the sweet fragrance of hisbicus.

Suddenly, I could hear loud frightening footsteps but as soon as I turned nothing was there. As I was standing in horror all of my receipts in my handbags were flying towards the twirling storm. It was freezing cold and all I could see were little puddles and a tall figure near a big cottage. I didn’t know what to do. The sky got darker and my distance got longer, I wanted to give up. I stood there for a few seconds and walked back to the start and tried to figure my way out but nothing worked. Nothing.