Adam

Adam walked down a sidewalk with flowers sprouting from tiny cracks and vines climbing up the stone walls of a nearby playground.

He leaned over the wall, looking at the abandoned playground, and imagined a distant memory of his past that was filled with laughter and joy.

He remembered the countless hours he spent playing with his friends and the countless memories he created there.

"The fuckin' itch." Adam muttered to himself and scratched his back in frustration.

He then took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up before placing it on his lips and taking a short puff.

"Mister, who are you?"

Hearing a voice of very young age, Adam turned around and leaned on the stone wall while looking at the round-eyed young girl looking at him with curiosity.