Monday, February 11, 2019

The Park by Eve


A hard working, well dressed city councillor walked into Endcliffe Park. Moments before, the park was alive with the sounds of birds singing and parents chatting. Now, all was quiet. The councillor felt the warm calming summer breeze. The councillor smelt steaming hot coffee coming from a nearby café. The children were playing happily in the long green grass.
Without stopping to think, the city councillor walked off round the park to tell people to leave because he was going to knock down Endcliffe Park to build new flats. Once he told everybody (except for the café waitresses) he went to have a rest at one of the tables. Before he knew it he was fast asleep.

John Pullin, who had a curly, wild, white beard that wrapped around his chin like a blanket, walked determinedly over to the sleeping man and bellowed in his ear “Hello I am John Pullin, I have come to tell you not to knock down Endcliffe park. I use my inflatables for a living if you knock the park down where will I earn a living”.

Moments later, a café waitress, who wore a coffee stained apron, walked across from the café kitchen over to the councillor and murmured in his ear “Please sir please protect the park I know that I am just a café waitress but I need the café to serve food and drinks to people.”

A dog walker, who had a big, white, fluffy Labrador on a patterned lead walked over to the sleeping councillor and exclaimed in his ear “Excuse me I have come to tell you not to knock down Endcliffe park because I need to walk my dog every day to give her exercise, if I don’t she will have to go to the vet”.

Suddenly, the city councillor was awoken by the sounds of clattering cups in the café. The man looked out of the window and saw children on John Pullin’s bouncy castle bouncing, laughing and popping delicate bubbles. Then he looked at the grass, he saw a dog walker with his dog being served some coffee by a café waitress.

Slowly, the city councillor reached in his pocket looking for his phone. Once he found it he dialled the builder’s number. He froze like a piece of ice, he felt conflicted, he was given a job to do but now he realised how important the park was to the people, the animals and the environment. He looked at the people and their animals turned off his phone and walked away.

2 comments:

  1. Amazing writing, Evie - wonderfully descriptive and interesting use of words. Very evocative! Well done!
    Tom McAnea

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  2. Wow, Eve this is an amazing piece of writing. I love the descriptions of the people that talked to the Councillor in his dream - I recognise all the characters 😊 keep up the good work.

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