"That bloody curse"..

November 3rd, 1983

It’s raining, it always is. It’s not uncommon since i live in London. I let my legs carry me to the place where I always end up, the big oak. On top of the hill it stands, tall and dark in the black night. I have never seen it in daylight because I only come here when i can’t sleep. I sit down against the trunk and let myself relax. Well that’s until I hear footsteps close by. I open my eyes and look behind me. A silhouette comes closer, it seem tall. “ What are a woman like you doing out here by yourself?” the male voice says. Wait, how did he know i was female? I almost can’t see two meters in front of myself.. I shrug it off, probably just a lucky guess. “Can’t sleep. How about you”? “I am just going for my nightly stroll” he answers. My brows furrows. “It’s twelve o’clock, maybe even more. It’s not normal to go for a ‘nightly stoll’ at this time”. I made air quotes, even though I know he won’t be able to see it. He lets out a laugh. “ You’re not an easy one to trick. To be honest, I’m just walking around after leaving a party- it started to get too dangerous for my liking”. ‘Too dangerous’. That’s interesting wording. “Oh” I say. He sits down beside me. I realise now that the air had been filled with a weird smell since he arrived. It is metallic. It looks like he’s wearing a hat, probably a fedora since it’s popular. Silence fills the air, the only sound being our breathing and the rain pouring down.