The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo sat on a bench, brooding. He wanted to help, but he wasn't sure an old man like him wouldn't just get in the way. He had only the basic first aid training and that had been back in the war. There were no supply trucks to drive, and taking pictures was just useless just now. If it were trolls or something then he'd have some clue as to what to do.

[for a specific person, but it's the park, so open.]