A Beautiful View of the End of Someone's World

Dawn. The crumbling tower blocks looked particularly beautiful this morning. Polluted clouds rolled past, withered pigeons searching for sustenance in the concrete wastes.

Nathan sat on a swing in the rusted, decaying playground and lit a cigarette. As he took a drag, he noticed his hand was shaking.

Inside the pirate ship climbing frame, wrapped inside three bin-liners, was Charlotte, his girlfriend.

He'd said he didn't want the baby when she'd tearfully confessed her pregnancy to him. He couldn't look after a child. Not at fifteen.

A disagreement had ensued. She'd stopped breathing.

And so had her unborn baby.