"Sometimes it's the only thing I can feel." Was the extent of the shade's admission, as any slice in the vicinity or near the direction of her heart was gravely prevented by merely squirming out of the topic like a corpse-worm feeding in a vault. "It's that one." her free hand rose up to announce the course. Colorful as the park was and early, there seemed to be lacking an abundance of mothers and children... if not for the sun glaring down on her and her little skeletal memory, she'd have thought it a bit strange.
But...
"I guess we have it all to ourselves." Even if by 'all' there was meant the details of unartful graffiti, discarded beer bottles perched on benches, and rotting trees. It seemed the daylight ripped away the happy ignorance that night bathed it in when she'd passed only once while walking home from work.
The swing sets were surprisingly not mangled and cleanly.