The Strangest Sight.

I want to clarify that I haven’t been running for very long. I packed my things, grabbed all the money I could carry from my bank account (thankfully a very well-balanced account, so I must have been doing something right with my life before becoming amnesiac) and hit the road.

I tried to be wise about it, but already, I see that I made a few vital mistakes. I didn’t bring enough clothing, the food I thought to grab was too quick to perish, and I packed too heavy of a bag. Two bags, in fact.

I’ve been on the run for exactly one week now, and I wonder, did I make a mistake doing so?

The authorities do not seem to even care. I haven’t heard a whisper of any murder, in the paper, and I have yet to leave Washington.

I didn’t hide the body, or anything, so why wouldn’t it have made the local news?

Regardless, I have a point, which is that if I had been on the run longer perhaps I would have left Washington by now, and I would not have been met with the strangest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.

A blood-soaked boy in an alley, heavily armed, with a horse.