"I am tired."After giving a glance at her face that glistened with sweat courtesy the bright sun, he said, "Let's take a five-minute break."
Mrs. D was quick to plop on the bench that overlooked the green grass where children were playing ball.
As the north-west wind blew, she flared her nostrils to absorb the energy that'll help her walk home.
While Mr. D gave out a deep sigh as memories flashed in front of him.
He placed his wrinkled hand over his wife and uttered, "Our life has transitioned, but this bench has been constant for us."
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3 comments:
Memories linger.
That was a very sweet story...everlasting love!
Ruchira, I like that idea of the park bench as a constant in life as we are the ones ever-changing.
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