Evening.. I went outside for a last smoke at my house, before bedtime. Having difficulties to light up my cigar at first time, "bloody useless matches" I mumbled to myself.. At the same time silently worrying on what happened last night just outside the village.. As the sun almost drowned herslef in the ocean, and the bright purple red color painted everything around. The village looks deserted by now, somehow strangely everyone is at home, it's ain't that late but.. hmm.. their closing the shutters too ? Fells not good at all..
The only place wich looks attractive to the living soul is our famous Mercy's Inn.. Could see a few german soldiers hanging around.. probably on their so called night shift patrol huh..
(Sigh..)
I wish this night woun't bring any more bad news to us all..
*** throws down half smoked cigar on the wooden terrace, steps on it to put it down completely.. ***
Better be not..
*** goes inside and locks the door ***
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