There was once a town that was split in two by a river, on one side lived a man and his wife, on the other side, a man that was in love with the other man's wife. In this town, the only way to get from either side of the river was by crossing the bridge that connected the two sides, or by paying the boatman 50 cents to row you across the river.
One day the woman's husband had to go on a VERY important buisness trip. the woman wanted to go with him because she loved her husband very much. However, The husband simply said, "No, however much you wish to come, you may not follow me, for you will interfere with my dealings."
So the Husband left, and the wife was very sad. One day, the wife could not handle the lonelyness any longer, and decided to cross the bridge to chat with her lover. They chatted for hours and laughed and had fun, but it got late. Thus the wife had to go back home. So, gathering her belongings, she said to her lover, "Alas, I must leave, for the sun has set, and I must quickly get home."
So, as she drew closer to the bridge, she noticed that someone was standing at the other side. It was a dark, tall figure, who was dressed in a trench coat. Exactly who was this figure? Was it her husband, who alas felt sad and came home to take his wife with him on the buisness trip?
The wife walked closer and squinted to get a more clear view. Suddenly the dark figure pulled out a small blade. The Figure was an assassin. Alarmed, the wife ran to the boatman and begged for a free passage over the river, while frantically telling him her frightening story. The Boatman simple refused, and said, "Do you have fifty-cents?"
Thinking quickly for a way to obtain 50 cents, she finally got the idea to go ask her lover for 50 cents. So she ran, and she ran, and she ran some more, until she reached her lover's house. When she knocked on his door, he greeted her with a smile and said, "Oh you're back." and kindly invited her back in.
Once she was inside, she told her lover the sotry of how there was an assassin at the end of the bridge, and how she needed 50 cents to get the boatman to row her across the river. Her lover rejected her request and again and again, she begged; and again and again her lover rejected. So she left his home.
She decided to run across the bridge as fast as she could, and just hope that the assassin would not catch her. She approached the bridge. Under a street lamp, the assassin stood completely still, an erie figure he was. the woman took a deep breathe, and Sprinted with all the speed her body would allow her, however, her efforts were in vain, and the assassin caught her in his arms. then slowly, pulled out his knife, and unfortunately, killed her.
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Originally Posted by ƒorte
