| The Park Bench | ||||||||||
| I've had them all here you know. I've seen first kisses, proposals, rejections, tears of laughter, tears of joy , heard the sobs of hearts a breaking. I've seen birth and death, heard secrets and lies... and all the time I sit here and watch and listen. Oh the tales I could tell you....Why don't you sit awhile and let's chat | ||||||||||
| You wouldn't believe some of the things I've seen. I've been here, in this very spot, for nineteen years and in that time I've seen some stuff you know, all kinds of weird things. You'd be amazed at what people do when they think no one is watching...or even when they hope someone is.... | ||||||||||
| They came at dusk, when the skyline was red and purple and the moon was peeping while the stars changed into their night attire. I heard them long before they ever reached me, she was giggling and he was muttering words of encouragement. I thought they were an odd pair, not the run o the mill couple. It wasn't dark when they arrived, all breezy and out of breath from running, but they acted like they were invisible. They kissed and cooed and stroked with abandon. As they shed clothes and inhibitions like snake skins, the sky seemed lit by their passion and the curtains of nearby houses began to twitch. I know she saw them because she froze for just a second. Following the direction of her gaze, he looked too and smiled. He took in her hesitance and smothered it with sweet talk and kisses. She succumbed of course. And it began, their dance. And the evening audience watched in awe of this pair. No applause ended their performance but the stars twinkled their appreciation of a dance well executed and the seeds of passion spent glistened in the pale moonlight. Then they sat awhile, sharing a cigarette. The acrid smell of match sulphur filled the air as the promises evaporated and the excuses began in earnest. The promises and then the lies tripped easily off tongues, through lips puffed from prior passion, eyes downcast lest the truth be mirrored there. | ||||||||||
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