It was a quiet evening. The dark of the night seemed to hold a secret I had yet to find.
The moon was a perfect half-crescent, almost too perfect to be captured as the truth in a painting, and the sky was fluttered with the stars of a thousand dreams.
I was happily walking home, lost in my dreams, and wonder when suddenly, my ankle gave way as my heel sunk in a gap between the grey paving slabs.
I...