I had returned to the rural town of my youth for the funeral of a dear old friend: a stark reminder of the transience of existence, as fleeting as morning dew.
I decided upon a stroll and in a park viewed a corpulent woman on a bench gulping wine from a bottle.
"Guy, it is you, isn't it?" she slurred. I didn't know this woman. Oh, yes I did!
"Hello Julie, lovely to see you," I lied.
I was once enthralled by her beauty; she planned to travel the world but it seems she only made it to the local park.
I decided upon a stroll and in a park viewed a corpulent woman on a bench gulping wine from a bottle.
"Guy, it is you, isn't it?" she slurred. I didn't know this woman. Oh, yes I did!
"Hello Julie, lovely to see you," I lied.
I was once enthralled by her beauty; she planned to travel the world but it seems she only made it to the local park.
