The swing creaked under my weight. It groaned in protest as a started to swing with out my feet leaving the ground. Good, I needed the noise to keep my brain busy. Nothing like good-old noise to distract you from things.

I drug my feet in the dirt and the rain got heavier and heavier. The wind picked up and it sounded like it was calling my name.

"Geraaaarrdddd" The wind called when accompained by the creaking of the swing-set. "Geeeraaarrrrddddd."

The harsh voice of the wind cut through my soaked jacket and made me shiver. The sun set below the horizon and I still sat on the swing-set.

Memories. Childhood memories. In fact I had met frank in this very park. . .
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A boy with black hair, about four years my junior, approached me in my place under the oak tree.

"Hey. I think you dropped this." He said, handing me a few papers. "They're very good."

"Thanks" I said taking the papers from him.

The boy sat down to my left. "I'm Frank."

I smiled "I'm Gerard"
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"Gerard!" A voice cut into my thoughts