Isaac+H+(2)

//I run through the long thick grass, stopping to scratch every ten steps or so. I pass through and onto the road, and look down at the puncture in my leg. I shriek in pain and blaspheme at how stupid I am to take the shortcut again. My friend screams as he and his scooter fall into the grass. “Not again,” he cries. He holds up his scooter and the handlebars dangle from the t-bar. The wheels are full of thick grass and a long root keeps it tight in the earth. “That’s my fifth scooter,” He screams. He points to the grass and lying in the earth are five scooter decks. He rushes over to me, tears sloping down his tanned skin. I hunch over and rip some dead grass from the soil. I rap it round my wound and the pain oozes. The skin grows back and the grass regains life, planting itself back in the lawn.// //We don’t speak a word, we just stroll up the road; our houses in sight.// //It’s nothing supernatural, nor is it abnormal; it’s just Pepperdeen Park.//
 * // THE PARK (PEPPERDEEN PARK) // **