Chapter Sixty-Two

Saturday afternoon saw the boys walking through a deserted park. They silently agreed to take a seat at a picnic table not far from the swings. Basil gandered around at the playground and it left him feeling hollow.

“I feel like this place.”

Jaxsen frowned and looked to his best friend. “What do you mean?”

Basil shrugged. “Look at this place.” They both did before Jaxsen looked at Basil again. Basil stared out straight ahead, eyes scanning the forgotten piece of earth. “I imagine this park used to be filled with laughter, play, and innocence. Look at it now, Jax. Rusted, dilapidated, and left to ruin. They don’t even cut the grass anymore. The ones that are supposed to care for and maintain this place just…gave up and walked away.”

Jaxsen nodded before adding. “Or killed. Leaving it to fend for itself before society tears down what foundation remains, leaving little more behind than smoldering coals.”

Basil chuckled. “Sounds a bit over-dramatic, huh?”