A tall man stepped out of the house. A white T-shirt and khaki shorts covered his large frame; a baseball cap shaded his eyes. He stretched, then grabbed the axe by the handle and swung it back over his head; the axe came down with a loud “thwack,” and wood shards flew away in all directions.



A shiver of fear crept up Magda’s spine. The man’s hard, muscular back and his grim expression terrified her. She crept back into the bushes, toward her bike and the road. As she turned to take one last glance before running, she saw the man staring in her direction. She dropped down lower. Did he see me?