In the Park

In the park, which is painted with folliage, a woman is sitting alone on a long bench and feeding yellow ducklings from the river. Her bread crumbs bounce among the damp floor and glimmer in the sunllight. A man in black strolls past her on the opposite edge of the concrete path. He then treads onto the grass while the automn leaves fall to his feet.

Ducklings follow their mother to the ultramarine river. Its waves ignore the pitter-pattering of the rain on their backs. They are able to move on and circle the beautiful park. The woman stands up and starts towards the mans direction while dangling her heavy purse with her left hand and klutching an umbrella in her right, only to follow the whole path. She looks down on at ground without awe. The rain drentchess her broad rimmed hat, making it looks like if it were a forgotten saucer in a back alley.

The rain begins to intensify and the clouds soon turn grey. The park near the river is empty excluding the folliage and the ducks in a moment, the man in black comes back, staring up at the damp air as it flows through his nostrils; he takes a breath. The yellow tulips sing to him as a young lady runs into his arms. He reaches down and pats her back.

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