Wednesday, 12 September 2012



“Take your pick.”
I moved quickly to the newer, more comfortable bench and sat.
The old man sighed and over shuffled to lower himself cautiously onto the least rotten looking spar of its companion.
I peered into the gloom, blinking away dank drizzle and silently cursing the shiversome mist.
“Well? So What?”
I shuffled from cheek to cheek as the rails gradually numbed my behind.
I glanced at him to find a beatific look on his face, his old wrinkles smooth, eyes closed.
“What are we doing here?”
“I’m looking at the beauty of the world, what about you?”

100 words

 This drabble was my response to the photo prompt at Jen DeSantis' Friday Picture Show 40

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