But to others she represented opportunity…fun of a vicious nature. Tree boughs made perfect clubs for the two thugs. It took only a matter of seconds for the bench to lose its friend.
That bench was her refuge. Often she would sit there staring…observing what? Her countenance was always void of emotion. Did she enjoy the scenery? Did she take note of the subtle changes in her surroundings as the seasons melded into each other? Park visitors recognized her, but did she recognize them? Even in her rumpled garb, her stillness reminded folks of a decorative bronze statue.
But to others she represented opportunity…fun of a vicious nature. Tree boughs made perfect clubs for the two thugs. It took only a matter of seconds for the bench to lose its friend.
Sue Clayton
5/8/2022 04:03:11 am
A wretched situation with bench witnessing such a brutal end for its friend.
Sivan Pillai
5/8/2022 05:44:15 am
Predators are everywhere, looking for the unwary. A realistic story well told, Pamela.
Jenny Logan
5/8/2022 12:48:21 pm
Oh, no. Oh, no. Too sad, Pamela. Delightful story with an unexpected ending.
Cindy Patrick
6/8/2022 02:47:50 am
I liked the bench's best friend. Real and sad. It grabbed my heart.
Pamela Kennedy
6/8/2022 05:49:05 pm
Thank you so much, everyone, for reading and commenting on my story. Good luck and have a safe and enjoyable week. Comments are closed.
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