One shot short story. Warning Contains explicit content “Never go down that street.” This was a frequent statement made by the adults in my village. My generation and the younger generations were free to go wherever we wanted EXCEPT that street. But I was twenty-one now, I was no longer a child. Surely, I could go now, right? My sister who was ten years my senior could go, so why couldn’t I? Building my courage and balling my fists I ran after them.