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The Night Of The Accident

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I was at a party, that day, and was returning home at the darkest hour of the night. As I walked alone on the empty street, with houses and shops on both sides, I wondered why they say you should never travel alone at night. I myself had never seen any mishaps happening. That night, I finally did.

A car was suddenly on the road. Though it was not clear in the dark, I bet it was a Mercedes of some sort. I also guess the driver must be drunk, for he was singing loudly and was moving the car at the speed of a rocketship. When I turned my head to the right, a dainty little woman, possibly seventy years of age, decided to step out for a midnight walk. Neither the driver see the lady, nor did she see the car; I saw it all, though.

She was down on the floor. Thankfully no blood was visible. The drunkard tottered out of the car. He looked at the woman, and said in a slurred voice, "Hey, you just got run over by a car. This is no time to sleep, lady!" I believe he was badly intoxicated. He was dark-skinned, with a slight beard and a short moustache. Apparently he had been to a party as well, for he was in party wear. he was almost thirty years old. Then he noticed me. Taking advantage of his diminished awareness, I said, "Relax, I'm just a tree."

Then, feeling satisfied that he had left no witnesses, he drove off. The lady is in a hospital now, and I am a prime eyewitness.

So now I know why one must not travel alone at night.

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