28 - Confession
The asphalt around the abandoned factory was cracked like a crocodile skin, with bushes erupting here and there. Insects screeched from the clumps of wild grass stems reaching as high as them. Rob remembered the games the band of children had played there in the weekend, when the asphalt was whole and the factory empty.
“If you’re looking for a private space around here, you won’t find it,” Rob had said. “However, I know a spot where I played as a kid.”
Josh had relented. It had taken the two men twenty minutes to get there, Josh casting anxious glances at each car passing by them. He’s really upset, Rob thought.
He guided Josh to the side of the two-story building. They crossed a small recess near the emergency staircase, that had been a break place for the smokers, wh
