Cherries

Jack made a new friend at the playground, and they got me to reach up and pick cherries from the tree overhanging the swingpark. The branch reminded me of the molecular diagrams we used to copy in chemistry class.

At the other end of the park, Jack's new friend's Uncle Paddy looked like he'd been in one fight too many, as we sat round the picnic table, swigging coke and spitting stones theatrically into the long wet grass. A thunderstorm was coming.