As my classmates and I are dismissed from school, I decide to take the long way to my bus stop. For I have quite some thinking to do. I watch the birds fly. The squirrels scrambling for shelter as the howling wind picks up. The leaves slowly falling down onto the ever so, frozen, hard-packed ground. And then I see a woman. She's quite old. Maybe 80, or so. She's sitting on a bench. The one I usually sit on. She looks rather happy, for her age. I have no other choice but to sit next to the old woman. As I sit down on the bench, the woman titls her head and looks over at me."What's your name, sonny boy?" I am baffled over her tone of voice! It's quite soothing, if I have to say for myself.
(I'm still drafting...)
Posted in response to the challenge Stranger.
Comments
Oo, you've captured my attention! Your setting is well-crafted: the birds, the squirrels, the leaves, the frozen ground. I want to know what happens next, how the conversation carries on with this woman. I hope you continue this story!
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