Walking Stories

She’s on the bench in the park, 2pm everyday. She sits there for 30 minutes, staring into space, hardly noticing anyone or anything happening around her. At 2:30pm, she rises with gusto and heads back to work

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They come to the same park everyday to spend time together. Between 1:30pm and 2:30pm, they walk in hand in hand, holding their lunch packs in the other hand. They sit across her, trying not to stare.

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She loves having lunch with him daily because between their schedule and commute, this is the only available time, but she wishes so much to be her.
To sit on the park bench alone, taking it all in; the sights, the wind, the sun… the peace..

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He’s never loved anyone like he loves her and it aches him so much that all he gets is one hour of her time daily. More than that is he senses her need for solitude, but he knows he can’t bring himself to let her have it.

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He brings his kid to the park daily, it’s always just the two of them, content in the company of each other.

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He wants to be the best father to his son and the time they spend together at the park is one of the few ways he’s found. Since he lost his wife three months ago, he’s put in everything into loving this kid to fill in for the love momma would have given

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His dad is everything, he knows he tries so hard for him but he misses momma. The light dad once had is gone. If only he could meet someone new…
He glances towards her; she was always alone and she looked pretty calm and approachable

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He’s the guard at the park who’s always on the daytime shift. He watches her every time she comes in at 2pm, alone. He watches her walk to the exact bench they used to sit in and have lunch daily before he died. He looks at the couple across her; eating silently, and wonders if they appreciate what they have…

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We are walking stories;
Of whats and hows and whys.