Written, March 16, 2026 For the Contest, “Musings On A Bench” Theme “Cold Bench” Sponsor, Nette Onclaud
She came to the senior once-a-month lunch. From a lovely bench at the table head, she nodded to all with a faintest smile not having attended the past few times. For many years, the special bench for two was this dear couple's honored place to sit. He passed away three months ago, now it lies chilled from lack of warmth and her sad heart.
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