The story I'm about to tell is about a man, named Roger. Roger is an ordinary man, he doesn't have any children and likes sports. But a year ago his wife past away and he's still single.
It was late and Roger was just on his way home from the pub. He usually went to the pub since his wife died, because he didn't like being all alone. He had a few pints but he didn't feel a thing. It was really dark thou, but he knew the way home almost blindfolded. It started raining a bit and some street lanterns seemed to be broke. Only a couple of streets left and he was home, normally it would take more than half an hour, but thanks to the shortcut he recently discovered. He turned in a small lane, there was no light, but it didn't matter. He knew the way, it was straight on. He was walking and suddenly he tripped, no wonder, he couldn't see a thing. Roger remembered he had a small flashlight on his keychain, so he turned it on. Our friend took a look around, but nothing to see there, just some tra