Paradise Gardens Silence roars no one hastens, or runs were that possible though every morning Jack whirls past on his three wheel bike. The tyres zing. People introduce themselves by the number of their house. Some snip their way through card table gardens leaving packaged cuttings carefully wrapped at the kerb. Bushes shaved into lollipops suggest an unreal wonderland. At dusk windows flicker with blue light. Mortality is in the air. Only the rare appearance of children casts a stone in this pond. They pick their nose. They laugh, jump, shriek and cry here in the safety of twenty-four hour…