The boys by the old oak tree //reddie//

!!Unfinished!!
The mornings atmosphere had been thick and damp. The leaves Among the curb of the street,crisp and cold. They had crackled and tussled under the tires of the boys rushed peddling. Eddie had always loved it, early in the morning( and late at night). To him it felt like the roads were still 'asleep', the cars put away until later. The only thing causing noise, was him, with the sudden noise of his bike chain clinking rustically.