7/13/2017 0 Comments
The Lonely Newcomer
An empty seat in the middle of a park, crowded by no one. All alone.
Slow footsteps towards the bench under a shady tree. Eyes searching for another lively soul. Ears hearing for another lovely voice. But there is no one near.
"No one's here."
The breeze tickled the back of the newcomer's exposed neck.
The bench is now occupied.
The park, no longer empty.
Just one lonely newcomer, listening to the sounds of night.
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