A Saturday afternoon. 3 Pm to be precise. Central London it autumn, just outside of the tower of flats with big black bold writing a crossed the entrance that reads ‘BLOCK B’. A small kids playground complete with swings and a slide. The winds blowing and all you can hear is the creak of the swings as they gentle rock back and forth. A ladie is walking down the path which connects Block A to Block B she is complete with a white dress and a white jacket with a white suit case. As she walks along the leaf full.
