It had been a year since Rebecca had sat on “their” bench. The lilac bushes were in full bloom. Everywhere, Rebecca saw pigeons and babies. Pigeons were always their nemesis- lurking, hovering, interrupting lunch and conversations. The babies- had they always been there? Mothers, with their overpriced strollers and high-performance workout clothes, just to walk a few blocks from their brownstones to the park. George probably noticed the mothers…
A robust pigeon cocked its head and ambled closer as Rebecca tore the butt of her baguette and numbly dropped it to the pavement.
A robust pigeon cocked its head and ambled closer as Rebecca tore the butt of her baguette and numbly dropped it to the pavement.
