THE TWO MAD WOMEN AT THE JUNCTION 😱

PART 2: THE TWO MAD WOMEN AT THE JUNCTION 

I never imagined that walking to work could turn into the most bizarre morning of my life.

Every day, I took the same route with Stella, my girlfriend. That morning, she had stayed over, and we were rushing out, coffee in hand, ready to catch a cab. We reached the junction, and out of nowhere, chaos ran toward us.

Two women were sprinting at full speed. Kneeling, shouting, waving rings. — “Please, Michael! Marry us! Both of us! If not, you’ll become mad!”

I froze. Did they mean me? I glanced at Stella, expecting a reaction, but she was frowning at the time. — “Babe, we’re late!” she hissed, unaware of the spectacle behind me.

Before I could process, one of them yanked my arm. I staggered but quickly recovered. They weren’t old, as I had assumed—they looked young, late twenties, strikingly similar, maybe sisters. One fair, one chocolate-skinned, both in tattered clothes and barefoot, dirty as if they’d been living on the streets.