100 Words – Wacky

The park was weird. It seemed like just a short while ago it was very nice but the care stopped maybe a month or so ago. The pool was surrounded by crack-free pavement yet the water was covered with leaves. The sprinklers watered green lawns in desperate need of mowing. The clubhouse was closed for repairs. The lounge was closed for the season. The tracks of the advertised miniature train were missing. The BMX track was tire tread free. We parked among latent serial killers who lived in forty year old motor homes and drove ex-police cars. We had fun.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.