The Threat

It was 10 o'clock, the night was so dark and cold. The road was soaked with rain and glittered under the street-lamps, like a lake reflecting strings of lights. A bitter wind, heavy with icy shivers, bruised at Rayan's face. Even the rousing sound-producing by the swollen waves crashing into the piers of the bridges below couldn't disturb Rayan's messed up mind.

Under the bare sky, Rayan inhaled in the smell of tears and whiskey. Slowly his grip on the railing loosened, he took a step backwards and started drinking whiskey.

After finishing the whole bottle in one sip, he threw the bottle on the street. He noticed how the glass broke like his heart He bowed his head to one side, closing lashes weighed down to keep out the salty sting.

Nick slapped his hand on his right hand, trying to smash the mosquito. "I think all my blood will be sucked dry by mosquitoes." When he killed the mosquito, he turned to John. "I'll be a master mosquito