During the cool, calm evenings of Summer. Greg would slip on his running shoes and take a run around the block.

Greg looked at the houses he passed. Every house; built identical but once filled with people, they became unique. Mr Carter, tending to his garden, trying desperately to cling onto the last remaining fragments of sunlight before it disappeared, resting for tomorrow. He hurried past the Alsation at number 72. Barking at him with such ferocity, Greg could never attempt reconciliation.

Back onto his street he spotted the newly weds, Mary and David, who seemingly always had a smile on their faces. A healthy sex life will do that to you.

So ended another of Greg’s runs. He stepped onto his porch, open the creaking door and stepped inside to the familiar surroundings of his home. Before he closed the door, he took a quick look back towards the street behind him. A world bustling with life, happiness and togetherness. A glimpse at what could’ve been.