Thursday, February 24, 2011
The Bench
Today's muse: One Word
Today's word: Bench
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The Bench
Near the water fountain, in the west end of the park, children laughed and frolicked while puppies gambolled and yipped.
The young couple resting on the park bench didn’t move.
Stretched out across the wooden seat, she lay with her head on his lap, her eyes staring up at him, a mischievous smile on her lips. Though slack, his left arm lay across her shoulders in a protective hold; his right arm extended across the back rest.
“A shame,” said Bill. “They look happy.”
Frank nodded. “Damn shame.”
As he wandered over to the bench, unwrapping a new roll of yellow tape, Bill called over his shoulder.
“Better call the coroner.”
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8 comments:
yee-ikks ,, caught again,,
@glnroz: It's all those years working in funeral service and being married to an undertaker.
nope,, it's more than that,,,:)
That's terrible! (she said, smiling and shaking her head)
@Fireblossom: Thanks Fire! I read some of your work and fell in love. Truly awesome!
Well I REALLY didn't expect that! Brilliant :o)
Man! You're good! That one really caught me out xD
That's a great piece of flash fiction writing. Very evocative :O)
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