It was a dark and thunderous night when returning home from my girlfriend's house in Westville. Most of the way had clearly lit streets, until I got to the junction of Buttercup Lane and Meadow Street. I had a choice of taking a short cut through my local park, or walking around it, which would add a further mile to my journey. It was getting late, so I decided to take the short cut.
The park was always dark with little or no illumination, except for the light given from the moon and the stars. …
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