End Of Chesterfield City

The Very Next Day…

The sun rose over the skyline of Chesterfield city, casting its golden light on the busy streets below. The sounds of the city began to rise – the hum of cars, the chatter of people, and the clang of construction. But amid the chaos, there was also a sense of life and renewal. Coffee shops opened their doors, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, as birds perched on telephone wires and sang their morning songs.

George was currently working on some antique repairs, when Kelvin entered.

“Where’s Carl?” He asked.

“He went back home to see his mom.” George replied.

“Oh, yeah. It has truly been a while since he last spoke with her.” Kelvin said.

And with a short sigh he added,

“I wish I could speak to my own parents.”

“Well too bad, they are already dead.” George said.

“Can I at least visit my family house? I would like to get some memorable photos.”