#Chapter 114: Kids are a Distraction

After several of the same sort of interviews, I somehow found myself at the edge of one of the playfields, watching a group of children. My mind was wandering at first. It was the predictable sort of wandering for a writer. I drew in the smells, the sights, and the sounds, translating all those sensations into the prose, which would become my portion of the story. My mind noted the contrast between the green space and the buildings of the city, how the trees along the outside edge seemed to dampen the noise of the cars, and even the very grass seemed to give a breath of relief from the outside hustle and bustle of daily life. Unlike Lupinton, where everything was so supposedly perfect it got creepy, numerous parents did mention that several blocks from here marked the start of a legal red-light district. Evidently, there wasn’t too much crime associated with the district. But it did house businesses that parents didn’t want young children witnessing. On the scale of a city’s faults,