Playground

When the Church has gone home and Weightwatchers have packed up, the lads often come in ones and twos. They stand around the bollards by the blue doors smoking spliffs and talking into phones. Sometimes girls come but they tend to be louder. Occasionally a big group of up to ten will stand by the steps and against the iron fence shouting and flirting and drinking bottled beer and takeaway chicken. At nights the older boys come in their pimped up cars sitting side by side, talking window to window, not getting out. Later on still, on Fridays and Saturdays, sudden shrieks come from the dark. It can sound like something brutal and violent, but is usually just foxes.