William breathed in as he fastened the laces on his boots. His boots were big and brown and he wore them rarely. The reason he was now putting them on was that he was going to the park and he felt a fraud wearing his usual shoes in the park. William had been round this park more than once, but today is seemed a bit different. It was nearly a quater past seven on a spring evening and things weren't yet dark. I had been raining for days on end and large parts of the park were flooded, as usual. It wasn't raining now, although the air was moist, it was not unpleasent. The grey sky was reflecting in the newly formed lakes and seemed to reflect an old world that Willaim did not know but he felt he belonged there all the same. Belonged. The rain had made the unflooded fields vibrant and William wondered how many shades of green there were in that small field. He'd counted up to seven when something caught his eye. 'Sophie 4 Gary' written in tippex on a tree. This sort of thing sometimes makes William angry. Today it just made him strangely sad. So very sad. *this piece of self indulgence was brought to you by the undead robert smith* ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+