SCARED

A young man on a bike rode past where I was sitting, waiting in the small park on Bellevue nearest the pub.
‘Alright?’ said the young man.
I said, ‘alright?’ and to my right I saw three other young men enter the park through the gate was open.
As they neared I began to pick from my trousers small bits of grass had got there when I’d mowed her lawn an hour or so ago.
On our way back from the Chelsea and the shops we’d had a look through the windows of the Greenbank. The bar has gone and it didn’t look like much else has happened in there since it closed. Will it open again?
As they passed I felt scared.