Abstract

Eve and Sarah came biking down Meadow Drive on their way home from the club. They were a little late, so they had not much time for talking--all their energy was used on biking. The sun was setting, coloring the sky yellow and pink in the west. The trees stood like silhouettes towards the beautiful light, and the last birds were signing. The street was quiet. Most of the people were watching TV. There was only Old James to be seen, cutting his fence. He almost lived in his garden in the summertime. In winter you did not even see his shadow.