Every picnic table in the park was full, too full even, people spread out around them, on blankets. Charcoal grills smoked, coolers were emptied of beer and refilled by those adventurous and thirsty enough to trek to the corner store.
The sky was dark, and the cars nothing more than red and white lights zipping by in the distance.
Wolves stalked the perimeter.
They crept up close, in the shadows of the centenarian poplars. Moving during loud burst of laughter. They stole food from the tables, carrying away loaded paper plate sin their jaws.
Unseen, as they’d practised for years.