The Quiet Court: Chapter 4

Fangs of broken glass jutted out of the black mud glistening, ready to ambush unshod children upon their return to the court. Shadows blanketed the court, cold and oppressive in the dull mid-afternoon light. Benjamin and Haddon walked single file past carts of withered, fly-speckled fruit and vegetables. Some of the carts jutted out into the lane, other…