run

Hassan ran and didn’t look back. There was no logical reason for him to run. He could just feel that something was about to happen and if he didn’t get out there then he might cease to exist. He could feel the hate the largered-up fat guy and his new skinny-runt roommate felt for him building up. He knew he was a target for a rage that didn’t even belong being pointed at him. It was as visible as a malignant cist at the end of their noses. Thankfully, sometimes the impulse to live just takes over. Just as he took off he could hear them shouting “Paki!” and calling to each other “Where’d he go?” As he ran down the tunnel dividing the small houses he could hear them scream “We’re gonna kick yer head in you….” Into the main street full of traffic he went not pausing to look back. He kept running to the roundabout and up the hill opposite the tower building and into the University Student union courtyard. Now there were people around, but then again, they were students. They wouldn’t stop the guys killing him would they? Students talked a big game but when it came to action, especially an attack on a skinny poor brown boy punk like him. They wouldn’t amount to much. Probably wait until he’d got his head kicked in and then call the cops.