“The sun was high in the sky but it was coming down, it had to. There was a mix of clouds hovering over above the heads of the five young people as they headed north at a steady rate. A grey gravel path, strewn with half bricks that had been buried until only a small portion of the body was visible helped pockmark the way ahead. The air was fresh, the evening slowly coming to an end. Grass and the occasional bulrush hemmed the gravel, whilst the trees were placed along intervals a slight distance away from the free growing vegetation. The sound of the voices did not carry as far as he had hoped. As he pushed on he could hear the wind rustling the leaves that dangled and grew so freely amongst this sculpted park.
Pushing up the embankment, the rubber tyres gripped the loose pebbles in a…
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