When I really needed an escape
E veryone has their own stories to tell, some, a simple anecdote made things easier. I have always assumed that an escape is really needed when and if I was talking to a bored or shitty person on a date or in a bar, then probably a tall dark and handsome guy will swipe me away, well that's how far my fantasy goes. Ever since, I could remember, at the age of 5 or maybe less, our house, the rented apartment we stayed in, was on fire, the house was a two-story building. I don't even know how the fire started but they said it was caused by a gaseous leak from a gas shop apartment below us. The 'boom' sound-triggered my tiny legs, they skipped on the already slanted corridor, maybe it was my eyes that became slanted, I can't say because even in my flashback, all I could see is the same slanted passage. At that moment, I didn't remember my parent or even my little brother, I don't even know where they were, I just kept running, till two big black hands ...