When the weather’s better and you don’t feel the need to stay indoors, there’s usually something going on most summer nights in the Boomtown City Square….buskers trying to get their first break, odd looking blokes dragging pallets loaded with rocks across the square, or Boomtown’s very own “Speakers’ Corner”. I know….in most cities the platform for free-speech would be in a park but Boomtown don’t have any green space, so the City Square it has to be.
I’m pretty certain that this no-green-space policy is deliberate – after all, parks are just magnets for all the bowsies and corner boys…imagine the trouble they’ll cause when it's too hot to breathe and it's too hot to think. Far easier to keep everyone in the City Square where everything can be monitored. Every citizen of Boomtown knows that more than anywhere else in the city, when you’re in the City Square, there’s always someone looking at you.
I remember one particularly hot and sticky night, just as the cracked yellowing sunset was finally fading. A tall bloke was shooting his mouth off about saving some fish and a group of lads were giving him a hard time. For a while the tall bloke gave as good as he got, but as he got towards the end of his piece, I think he realised his words were falling on deaf ears. To calls of “don't flatter yourself mate, nobody's listening”, the tall bloke gave up and trudged off in the direction of Midtown.
It wasn’t long before there was another commotion. Someone came out of the government block, screaming blue murder about needing a place to hide from all the spies in the sky. It’s funny how heat affects people in different ways – whereas Mr Paranoia was shouting about most killing being committed at 90 degrees, I felt sort of mellow, like I deserved to get kissed…or was that pissed??? I’m still not sure…..
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👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼... very nice!!!