Lost with the rain

One morning Lucy went for a walk. She put on her wellies, took the butterfly net and walked the tiny road to the woods.
Little by little, the fog was getting thicker and soon the trees were just like shadows behind a grey cloak.
She was lost. Alone, wet and hungry. And lost. She couldn't call Rupert, she was beyond help. She knew she should have take precautions, either mark the path or stay on it. But she had been careless. She was careless. The glory of the sun and the chase of the butterflies a temptation too great for her. Easy, natural pleasures that she craved, but were her own highway to the hell outside F. Land.
"Listen to me, lads" shouted a bold man on the pier hardly two days beforehand. "The days of justice and reward are coming. Prepare yourselves for the punishment!"
Lucy didn't cry. She cursed and swore but didn't cry. What for? The damage was already done.
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