Gothic tale

Gothic tale It was a wet and cold night, the rain was pouring down from the sky, and my body was completely saturate. I had my old dirty uniform on , filled with holes and mud. I had the same uniform in the last decade. “Green fingers” was the name of the park company I had been working for in the last twenty years. I worked in a very old park called “Gorm’s Garden”. The park was a little cozy place where people were happy, chilled and play card games, had picnic and all those things. That’s how it was