/lit/ - Literature

I'll go first and then post a few starting pictures.

>commuting from his office by foot never bothered him. Gives you time to think, he thought, although he almost never did. A short walk and then left, homeward - like most days since from back when he could fit, and always her hand grabbing his own, accompanying – now alone passing sidelines to that same swing on which he now could no longer. This unspoken rule every children knew by heart (do they still?) that to go inside the park you must cross under - “U” we used to call it, and now you cannot - and never over, arms first body following, flailing wildly in the air after letting go that brilliant entrance that, unmistakingly, settled the size for their right as children for exclusivity of admittance. It was now dark. A silent playground at night can give off a bleak feeling not unlike cemeteries he decided. «No one here now, most of them already home, might as well». He got up from the swing and carried on home trying to remember when did bollards, as words were concerned, came planting their way into him.