“Is that your daughter?” the woman asked sitting beside Andrea.
“Yes, she’s obviously a budding artist.” Andrea replied, watching her draw on the footpath.
“My name is Penelope.” the woman said.
“Hi I’m Andrea.”
“I see you here every day. I thought I’d say hello.”
“My daughter loves the park.” Andrea told her. She doesn’t say she has only just moved here, and at least the park was free…
Penelope and her continued talking, until they both had to leave. As Andrea walked away with her daughter holding onto her, she wondered if she had just found a friend.
This was written with the prompt about a story involving a park bench provided by the Carrot Ranch January 23 Flash Fiction Challenge.
I think I’ve finally found a new place to live, so all going well normal service will resume in early February.
©2020 Joanne Fisher