They knew each other well.

The voices of children cried from the other gardens.

A fisherman's light cart shook along the sandy road, and from far away they heard a dog barking; it was muffled as though the dog had its head in a sack.

If you listened you could just hear the soft swish of the sea at full tide sweeping the pebbles.

The sun was sinking.
"And so you go back to the office on Monday, do you, Jonathan ?" asked Linda.
"On Monday the cage door opens and clangs to upon the victim for another eleven months and a week," answered Jonathan.
Linda swung a little.