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.”


8 comments:

glnroz said...

yee-ikks ,, caught again,,

Monica Manning said...

@glnroz: It's all those years working in funeral service and being married to an undertaker.

glnroz said...

nope,, it's more than that,,,:)

Fireblossom said...

That's terrible! (she said, smiling and shaking her head)

Monica Manning said...

@Fireblossom: Thanks Fire! I read some of your work and fell in love. Truly awesome!

Deborah said...

Well I REALLY didn't expect that! Brilliant :o)

Spook The Scribbler said...

Man! You're good! That one really caught me out xD

Madeleine said...

That's a great piece of flash fiction writing. Very evocative :O)