Secret Garden
It was the El Nino season and I was riding my bike in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my friend’s house a few miles away from where I lived. I was going to collect a book he’d promised to lend me. We were both out of high school a year now, and still job hunting. I was familiar with the area where my friend lived, having spent a few years there myself, so I knew which streets had large overhanging trees that offered sporadic shelter. A short distance before turning into one such street,...