Tales From The Town #119: A Scene From Any Summer

The tennis courts were empty. The gates were shut, locked, padlocked, chained, bolted, and, quite possibly, even welded. No one had set foot inside since 1985 and no one would set foot inside again until 2055 at the very earliest unless something catastrophic happened and even then it was unlikely to be catastrophic enough to change anything that drastically.

The nets fluttered in the wind, as close a thing to genuine ghosts as anything in material existence could ever hope to be.

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Notes:

1. Written on May 26th, 2023

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