They sat on a park bench,
Routinely bored:
He unadventurous,
She unexplored.
‘Are we an item?’
She enquired, with some urgency.
‘I’m not sure,’ he said.
He was aimless, now retired.
‘Well, do you want to be?’
She asked, as if in an emergency.
‘If you like,” he replied.
But, by then, both had died.
OMG! I know this one. Shall we enjoy the reality of two old fogies vaguely enjoying one another's company or shall we try to conform to some long ago dream by pretending we still give a damn?
Fine writing, Stephen. Bleak but profound.
Enjoyed the brevity of this, Steve. Shades of Betjeman's tea shop customers, perhaps. Shades being the operative word, in this case.
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Stephen Gospage
Sat 18th Jun 2022 10:40
Thank you, Greg. Yes, I see what you mean about the tea shop. And thanks to you, John, for the kind comment. Yes, I understand it comes out as rather bleak in some ways. Hazel. Thanks. Perhaps we can do both, or neither!
Best wishes to all and to Frederick, Julie, Tom, Rudyard, Holden, Stephen, Bethany and K Lynn.