The Park, Sunday Afternoon
After Brunch, Tim sat in the park with a cold drink. hoping for something magical, or sci-fi-ish, for him to not see or hear even though it's right in front of his face.
open to interaction, his brain filtering everything he sees and hears so that it fits into a mundane world view is half the fun of this plot so please, come be wacky.
open to interaction, his brain filtering everything he sees and hears so that it fits into a mundane world view is half the fun of this plot so please, come be wacky.