Blisters of summer

'Did you think to shut the door?' asked the old man, his wrinkle lined face falling into itself as he stretches his eyes up to the young man freshly arrived in his living room.

'No Grandpa, I didn't.'

'There'll be trouble then boy.'

'Trouble?' asked John Jnr, the weather set fair and the neighbourhood devoid of crime.

'Gators boy, gators 'n the loose.'

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