Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view:
Cool breeze touched his face lightly and the leaves crunched under his feet as he walked on paved pathway of the local park. The sun had painted the sky a deep orange.The birds were leaving off for their homes. He felt the grasp of her wife’s hand get tighter; indicating something exciting was coming up in her story. Lily was telling him about her day at work, how her colleague finally managed to stand up in front of her boss. They often took evening strolls, to get a feel of the nature. He felt something soft hit his foot and looked down; a ball of red.
Julian stopped and bent down to pick up something. It was a ball of wool. He started following the thread attached to it. Lily walked with him and looked at the direction of the thread.
“Oh! I think it belongs to that lady, sitting on the bench”, she said.
“Yeah”, he said. They walked towards her.
When they approached the lady , she smiled sweetly and said, “Thanks dear, it just slipped out of my hands”
“There you go”, said Julian and handed over the wool.
“What are you knitting? Can I see?”, she asked the lady.
“It’s a sweater for my grandson”, the lady said, happily showing the sweater.
“Ohh, it’s so cute and soft, look Julian”, she said turning towards him.
She saw him flinch a little and even though he was good at hiding, she could see he had drifted off somewhere else. He smiled back but she saw a shine in his eyes.
“It’s so adorable”. She handed it back to the lady. “We should go now, its getting dark”.
She held his hand again and started walking towards home. She could feel his grasp getting tighter on her hand. A single tear left his eye, he fiercely wiped it away. He smiled and put his hand around her shoulders. She tightened her grip around his waist and said, “I am Sorry”.
She knew it would not change anything but she said it anyway. Sorry for all the sweaters tucked away in that old trunk, which they never really open. Sorry for the one that never got completed. Sorry for the knitting kit, rusting away in the same trunk. Sorry for the night, he lost his mother to a car accident.
Martha watched them walk away crushing dry leaves beneath their feet. She was sure she sensed something, that boy was uncomfortable. She silently prayed all their worries would go away. They never really go away do they, she laughed to herself. She prayed, they would learn to deal with them.