The sky was blue and clear with the warm summer sun, the perfect weather for a picnic on the canal. Nobody could speak for what was in the water, but luckily the two young people sitting on the grass weren’t considering going for a swim. If they did though, the closed lock full to the brim would serve a worthy pool. Placed beside the lock was a patch of ground between the overflow and the canal, where a seven by seven foot blanket was spread with an old picnic basket borrowed from grandma Halls house. Jackson White sat upon it with his back against the brick platform that supported the heavy wooden lock, his eyes closed listening in content to the birds and the wind around them. He wore faded blue jeans and a grey T-shirt, his black jacket placed on the ground next to the basket too hot to wear, black boots on his feet, sunlight reflecting off his glasses. Next to him his companion Mira Halls lay on her back watching the clouds pass over them, her head resting on his thigh. She wore a simple pink T-shirt to match the pink highlights in her short red hair, and light brown shorts complimenting her smooth long legs, her bare feet crossed at the edge of the blanket with her pink shoes next to Jack’s jacket.
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