When she woke up on a morning that smelled of jasmine and peaches, she found an email from him.
‘Meet me at our bench. 11 a.m. I have an important question I want to ask you.”
She showered and then dressed in her favorite pink top and aqua shorts. When she combed her long brunette hair one pink earring and one ear fell into the wastebasket.
Leaving the apartment her right hand stuck and remained on the door handle. She passed by the deli and a Rottweiler placed its teeth around her ankle and walked away with her leg. As she bent down by the wall to sniff a red rose, it became embedded in her nostril.
As she neared the park she could see him pacing near their bench. She smiled and accidentally swallowed her lips.
When she reached her final destination she realized she wasn’t all there.
They rescheduled for the following day, same time, same bench.
The Park Bench
Phyllis Green, a Pushcart nominee, Micro Award nominee, and Best of Storyacious 2013, writes stories and plays. She will have a darkly humorous story published in Goreyesque.
Illustration by Annabelle Carvell