Fiction | Short Story

The Pavilion

From the novel “When Things Go Bang”

A few rickety wooden steps led up to an open walkway. I stepped to the left, on a whim, and pulled the doorknob, the one on the door marked ‘visitors’. The door swung open, so I walked inside.

He wore cricket shorts, cricket shoes, white socks, no pads. One of those white V-neck sweaters. He wasn’t old. He wasn’t young, either.