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Thursday, April 24, 2008

In the park

In the park there are two people. They hold their hot drinks in their hands while sitting on the bench. Sometimes they talk, while other times they sit in silence. A few things are said that need to be analyzed in one’s head. People glance at them sitting on the bench, resembling a couple, but they don’t notice them.

It’s time for them to get back to their lives. They stand up and walk towards the centre of the park, throwing away their cups in the trash. People are walking by and around them, but they don’t notice them.

When it’s time to say goodbye, they lean in close. They kiss, their eyes open and looking into one another. Arms around waists. The sun is high and bright while a brisk wind blows around them and their hair flutters. People walk around them because they’re standing in the middle of the pathway, but they don’t notice them.

They let go, their arms lingering just a bit longer than they should. One walks in one direction and the other walks in another. They turn around to see the other vanish around the corner. They’ll see each other again, but they’re not sure when. They’re not sure how. They’re not sure.

And all of this happens in the park.


Anonymous Glenn said...

I love this post. It's great to witness moments like that.

April 27, 2008 4:59 pm  

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