There was once a playground that made children disappear. Everyone knew that it made children disappear, but they still went. It became known locally as The Disappearing Playground and people came from miles around to see if the rumours were true. There was always a man there listening to jazz on an old boombox, held together with sticky tape, and there was a large dragonfly that always flew around him and sometimes landed on his knee, which was bloody like he’d just fallen over. And there was a robin that just sat on the ground by his side doing absolutely nothing, just sitting there. Children loved the playground because it had the best stuff. There was a see-saw, some swings, a little ship-shaped climbing frame and, best of all, a water play area. All the children loved the water play area. It would keep them occupied for hours before they disappeared.
Wednesday, August 9, 2023
THE DISAPPEARING PLAYGROUND
There was once a playground that made children disappear. Everyone knew that it made children disappear, but they still went. It became known locally as The Disappearing Playground and people came from miles around to see if the rumours were true. There was always a man there listening to jazz on an old boombox, held together with sticky tape, and there was a large dragonfly that always flew around him and sometimes landed on his knee, which was bloody like he’d just fallen over. And there was a robin that just sat on the ground by his side doing absolutely nothing, just sitting there. Children loved the playground because it had the best stuff. There was a see-saw, some swings, a little ship-shaped climbing frame and, best of all, a water play area. All the children loved the water play area. It would keep them occupied for hours before they disappeared.
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