‘What’s at this stupid park, anyway?’
Jay was quiet and moody but Eloise continued to push the point.
‘We could have been in New York by now! And I’m starrrrrrrrving.’
She complained getting out of the car. And for the entire walk up the hill. She kept complaining even when they’d arrived at the massive rusted structure.
Jay pulled a black and white photo from his pocket and she finally fell silent. In the picture the clock sculpture was shiny and new. And grinning proudly by its side was a tall man with dark hair, who was unmistakably Jay’s father.