Here At Last
Editor: Elkassar1
Straight, flat asphalt streets, lush trees, blue sky, white clouds, morning sunshine that dazzles the eyes a little, neatly parked vehicles, and the pleasant stride of beautiful women on their early morning run. It was a picture of serenity.
All four members of Party Ace were standing on the sidewalk, flanked by two neat rows of double-storey European-style houses with brown pointed roofs, white walls and bright glasses for windows. The front and rear of every house had a lawn that was about 40 square meters in size. Neat blue and white fences surrounded the beautiful lawns and the fragrant flowers inside.
A few steps in front of them was a brown-haired middle-aged man who was showing signs of going bald at the crown. He was taking care of the trees nearby. The privets, birches, and palms became well-trimmed under his scissors.