Posted by: isaknight95 | 31/01/2010

Playground 8

“What had happened?” Mike asked himself again and again. Up to now his life had been very mundane, boring even, but now, he didn’t know where to start.

“John? Where are you? Can you hear me?” His voice echoed around the foggy, empty street. A shiver ran down his spine, the cold or his nerves.

“Looking for someone?” A voice came out of the fog. It was a man dressed in a long dark coat, wrapped up in a scarf and a balaclava hat.

“I’m looking for Kennedy Sports Centre” Mike stammered. The man looked at him oddly.

“The Kennedy Centre? He repeated. “That was knocked down 20 years ago…”

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