by Philip Wagenaar, M.D., first of two parts
“Money,” the young crook hissed, aiming the rock at my face.
Scared out of my wits, I uttered, “I have no money.”
I yelled for help and looked around only to discover that six more villains had materialized and had completely surrounded our car. Nobody else was in sight at the deserted miradouro (viewpoint) at Câmara de Lobos.
My mind in complete turmoil, I could only think of my wallet, which was still in my back...
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