With each line on this old woman’s face tells a story, that
she has been through. She comes and sits
on this bench every day at the same time to experience changing of the world.
When this woman first started to come to this bench, there were neither
wrinkles nor no creases on her worn face that would tell a story. She was in
her youth. This woman enjoyed coming to the park, with her smokes in one hand
and her favorite straw hat on her head. She was a creature of habit, as her
friends would say. No matter the weather or how busy she may be she would
always make time to come and sit to take a step out of the real world and fall
into her won. Her eyes were once bright as the sun that shines in the sky; but
with her stories are the reasons they no longer hold the same shine. The
jewelry this woman wears was her great grandmothers and was passed down to her
mother and now to her. But not all of it was theirs. Some of the rings she’s
wears are her old, tanned fingers were from the places she has traveled in this
world. The beautiful teal, ring that is resting on her small, wrinkled finger
was from the time she and her friends had the grandest idea to travel to the
coast of Australia. She has a lot of stories that have been shared with family
and friends; but there are still a few that she holds close to her heart that
she has kept a secret. If you ever see her sitting taking a long drag off her cigarette,
while she is people watching, don’t be afraid to take a seat beside her and ask
some questions.
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