A Night To Forget

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A Night To Forget

The wind blow violently through the church-yard, wiping the hair off of Abi's face, as she looked down at her mothers grave. At the corner of a church a man with dark hair and piercing green eyes stared across at her.

"It's no good girls we are going to have to call it a night. It's been absolutely fantastic,

hard to believe it's my last night as a single woman, but I will be in no fit state to get married tomorrow if we don’t go now," wailed Jeannie. The mob of giggling girls tumbled out of the night-club, none of them noticing the tall dark man who floated out after them. "Wanna lift home Rachel, we're all taking a cab," screamed one of the girls, clutching on to Jeannie with one hand round her neck holding her upright. "No, I'm fine you lot, I've drank a bit much, perhaps walking home will clear my head. Anyway it's not far." "Ok Rachel, we all know you can look after yourself," said Jeannie with a wink, and a fit of laughter met her words. With a last fleeting look at the remnants of the wild hen night, Rachel turned to walk the few streets home.

Rachel turned the corner, humming softly to herself reminiscing about the night and her friends, " I cant believe there's only one of us left who's still single," she spoke the words with slight regret, "At least Jeannie found the man she had always wanted".  "Pete wouldn’t be too happy about the man that was paying me rather too much attention, in the night-club. I wish he was going to be home tonight, we could talk more about, perhaps, getting married ourselves". She hugged herself at the thought, perhaps it would be her turn to get married next! At that moment two men in the park caught her eye both walking quickly but far apart from one another. One had a huge German shepherd which wagged its tail at the sight of her, but as the man bent down to reprimand it, and she smiled to herself, "There are loads of people out tonight must have been something big going on". She debated if she should cut through the park, "Should I, shan't I, well it'll be quicker."

She crossed the street and entered the park, the swings were squeaking, and the wind whistled through the trees, picking up speed and making her hair cover her face. Someone coughed behind her, she jumped in the air, peering around she breathed a sigh of relief, it was only the butcher Frank. She greeted him and carried on home, the wind continued whistling around her. There was a huge rustling in the evergreen bushes near her feet, she held her breath and looked pointedly up at the increasingly darkening sky, until she felt something brush her hand. She looked down suddenly at the wet floor, the black tarmac path covered with a festering film of moss and the sight that met her eyes was very surprising as it was the great shaggy head of the German Shepherd she had seen earlier.

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Rain started pouring down in droplets the size of 50 pence pieces and began running of gutters and roofs, the rain plastering her hair to her sweaty face as though buckets of water were being repeatedly dropped on her head. The moon which had given her light, now became covered by the heavy black storm clouds, and it was the occasional lightening strike which seemed to land increasingly closer each time which gave a second of illumination before plunging the street around her into darkness yet again. The sound of a fire alarm rang in the distance but she ...

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