The sparseness of City Park frustrated Jack. This passes for nature in the city, he thought. A patch of grass with playground equipment.
A white car belched black smoke as it chugged slowly past. He coughed as the car pulled around to park beside another, much nicer, car. Tinted windows rolled down.
Something shiny lay in that direction. It was mirror-like, but didn’t reflect. The grass in the frame swayed as he looked into it. Jack reached through, plucked grass from the other side and smelled the freshness he longed for.
He slipped through as the white car backed away.
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