8 June 2012
At noon the sky was threatening rain. It had rained earlier and the streets were still wet. The first friend I came across was Serge.
“Hi, Serge, how’s everything today?” He mumbled something that I couldn’t quite make out.“Did you say, ‘not bad?’” I asked.
“Not yet,” he replied and chuckled.
“Take care, Serge, I’ll see you on my way back.”
“The others are all up there,” he pointed up the hill.