He was too quick for Jenny; rushing to get the oranges that spun; like orange suns in the gutter. She was thinking of the bills she still needed to pay.
'We need to go soon', whispered Sally, the other support worker; the one who remained silent because Jenny couldn't stop talking.
He walked with those he didn’t know but in a place he knew very well indeed. One on each side of him, blocking the tracks and the dreams of those who wished he wasn’t there at all.