She walked slowly down the pavement, trying to peer into any of the houses that had the curtains ajar wide enough for prying. The shadows on the street were lengthening, yet it was not quite late enough for the street lighting to be on. Although it had been a bright day for mid-February, the surroundings were now quite solemn. Everybody seemed to be indoors.
Apart from her.
This was the last leg of the traipse to the supermarket and back. When she was halfway across the tarmac, she could see that someone had pierced a beer can on the gate that led into the playground. She thought to herself, I know who did that.