Mr. Brown got me detained for my bad joke till 8 when daylight had gone out. I walk on the lane through the forest. Lamps have been off since the day we moved here. And it was 3 years ago. Crunches come under my feet, clear and alone. It’s weirdly chill, in the middle of June. Crunches sound louder. And louder. I thought it was my illusion. Then doubled. I quicken my paces. The other crunches quicken later. Something’s wrong. I start to run. “Coward, no wonder your parents got killed!” It was the bad joke, with parents replacing wife.
Assignment of the introduction of the UK, with under 100 words.