Edna sat down at her favorite bench, giving silent thanks that it was open. She had seen it occupied at other times of the day, but it was always open for her late morning breakfast and had been for years.
How long had it been?
She thought back. She had started to come down to the park the year after Ed died. Let’s see, that was in ’98. And it was two years later that she settled on that one bench.
So there it was, 18 years of sitting there with her lunch every day.
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Thanks for the reblog, Sue!
My pleasure, Trent.
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