Stranger in Lincoln
It was the beginning of February and snowstorm lashed the state of Nebraska. Amid this cruel weather, the capital of the state, Lincoln, welcomed a new immigrant. He was just 15 years in age but, walked with utmost confidence. Standing 5’7”, he was a lean and thin fellow but his hooded face and mysterious appearance contradicted his build-up.
His hands were wrapped around his jacket (not because of cold but to ensure safety of something he was hiding inside his jacket) and his hasty steps merely fueled the suspicion he had already aroused. His face was not so clearly visible, but you could tell that he was good looking. He looked suspiciously at every passerby and they returned him the favor by staring back at him. He was perhaps, setting his feet first time in this city, but made no signs of his unfamiliarity. He was afraid…
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