Bench
He walked up to the bench and sat down. It was the same bench he always sat down at, because in times of turmoil, why change what’s comfortable? Hearts break and love ends but a bench is a bench and it might just be the one thing that isn’t being taken from him. That’s an exaggeration and he knew it, but that doesn’t change anything. When you lose what clears the clouds away, you’re entitled to getting lost in the gloom. The clouds are black and the gloom came with it, so where else are you meant to go? Affirmations like those powered him through the misery and got him to his bench. The bench will make things better. It really is just a bench. A sturdy, old thing — dedicated to a man he never met in a park he would normally never visit. Westview park was in the west of the city (as the name suggests) and he lived in the east. Still though, it was a nice view in the west and the bench is the best. The bench was ordinary, as far as a bench goes. Like all the special things in his...