A Change In The Weather
June, 1981
It looked like rain again, but Michael went for his walk anyway.The park was shiny and empty, nothing more than a cement square defined by four metal benches. Piles of rain-soaked garbage were slowly dissolving into the cement.Pterodactyls picked their way through the gutter, their legs lifting storklike as they daintily nipped at random pieces of refuse.Muttering, the old man shooed a pterodactyl from his favorite bench, which was still damp from the afternoon rain, sat down and tried to read h...
