Hanna walked toward the pasture’s evening light, veering off to where she had seen the trail. Pushing past the bushes, the pungent freshness of the rain that had fallen earlier in the day engulfed her. The overgrown track took her to the creek and a surprised. It had seen better days, but the weathered bench felt sound when she sat on it. Closing her eyes to the setting sun, her mind danced with memories until the sound of a shutter clicking brought her back to reality. Striding from the sanctuary, Hanna knew the days of being alone were gone. |
Ann Edall-Robson Author, Photographer, Lover of Life "Capturing moments others may never get to experience. | Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - January 23, 2020 - Write a story about a park bench. |