Featured @ The Write Room is The Bench By Delinda McCann.
The old woman saw the bench sitting alone and thought it looked lonely sitting there beside the path through the woods. She rested her weary body on it and patted its moss-covered wood in gratitude for this respite on her daily walk.
She sat and let her eyes flutter closed as her mind drifted into the past. She remembered the red dress she wore the night she first saw Carl. Her lips curved in the slightest of smiles as she remembered her young love–so tall and strong. She chuckled in her mind as she remembered how he couldn’t take is eyes off of her. She snorted. “He couldn’t take his eyes off of my breasts is more like it.” Her memories gave her energy enough to push herself to her feet and move on.