Debt to Karma
The sun streaked orange and red across a wide-open sky. A chill in the evening air gave a reminder that despite the warm day, summer hadn’t arrived yet. The park bench at the top of Parliament Hill gave a spectacular view of the City Centre.
Gary shuddered at the cold and zipped up his lightweight jacket. A pang of sadness and fear bit into him as he knew this moment had to end soon.
Stephen Ashurst - Spring Tales / Ruler’s Wit