NOSTALGIA

I bustled around the shed, moving deck chairs and sticking up old posters that had begun to peel off the wall. Brushing dust off my clothes, I set to work on creating a new passcode for members who required assistance. At least that way, anyone in a spot of bother could be saved if they shouted out the passcode and another member was there to help.

After coming up with a new passcode, I tacked the piece of paper up onto the wall and looked around the shed. It was so empty now… and forever, it would be.

I sat down in one of the deckchairs, the material faded and stained, and leant back.

I must have fallen asleep, as my eyes snapped open to darkness outside and a soft tapping at the shed door.

"Password!"

The tapping continued. I stood up and shouted out: "What's the password? Come on, guys! I can't let you in without the password!"

No one on the other side spoke, and the tapping elevated. I marched over to the door and wrenched it open.

"You need the-"

"Password, I know."

I blinked three times, before speaking. "I didn't expect to see you here… Do you know the password?"

"No." A frail hand was extended to me, the wheelchair grinding into the grass. "Will you help me, Harvey?"

"No," I shook my head. "But I'll come with you."

"Interesting… why now? Why not before?"

"Because… I was young and foolish. Here, you want me to push you?"

"Yes." I stepped around the wheelchair, grabbed the handles and manoeuvred the wheelchair so that we were facing away from the shed.

"Aren't you going to shut the shed door?"

"No." I started to push the wheelchair forward, rain drizzling down on us. "There's no point. No one will come."