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Your friendly neighbourhood occupants 3

Adam shook his head to clear his mind of the conjured images of his reverie. Skin grafts, that was right. There was an accident that was so traumatic, his mind had simply blotted out all memory of anything since… since anything.

Adam groaned. He was going to need find Levi again, the dust of past psycho-crazies was coming back to him again. “A good smack upside the head,” he murmured under his breath as he watched the kids climb back on their bikes and ride away. He waited until he could no longer see them in his rear view mirrors, turned on the ignition and drove in the opposite direction.

The kids laughed as they dismounted and walked their bikes to the barrier that separated the residential area from the bush land. They each had to bend down and under the metal barrier and drag their bikes behind them.

“I can’t believe you flipped him the bird!” said the boy as he straightened up on the other side of the barrier and looked ahead.

She stooped beside him and nudged his arm. “He’s  a psycho. What else was I going to do?”

The grass on this side of the barrier was much longer and greener than on the residential side, and the storm water drains all lead out to the creek that was here. They walked their bikes over to the storm water outlet and looked down to where the water flowed out to the creek.

More rubbish had been dumped here since when they last visited. The water appeared stagnant.

“Hey, dare me to climb on to that shopping trolley?” He pointed.

“If you want,” she shrugged and sat on the edge of the outlet.

He walked around the bank, eyeing the best spot to start climbing down. The grass was long and itchy, it made it hard to be sure footed. He held his arms out for balance and inched down the slope with baby steps. Finally he lunged and jumped on to the side of the shopping trolley. It wobbled and sunk a little further into the muddy water. He waved his arms to maintain his balance, then placed his hands on his hips in a triumphant pose. She picked up a piece of gravel and threw it at him.

“So,” she stood back up and brushed the grass from her backside. “Which way should we go today?”

5 replies »

    • Haha well! I don’t have anything else in this series just yet. But there is always room for growth. I mean, there’s a whole neighbourhood of characters and homes and lives to explore. Who knows what inspiration may bring..?

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