On trust

by Malin's eating

His feet were bare. His eyes were yellow and bloodshot. He was wearing a torn raincoat as he carefully led her away from the crowds, onto deserted pathways. “I’ll either get robbed, killed or raped” she thought cynically, but followed him anyways.
Later, she regretted only giving him $7 for the tour.
Honouring her newfound trust should have been worth more. 

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