Short Story

Journal

She sat under the tree; They had shared their first kiss here. Milky, porcelain magnolia blossoms in full bloom. Crisp ebony park bench positioned just barely under the soothing shade of the tree.

It was the same place she would bring her dog during the summer before they had met, read with her there in order to get out of the cynically apathetic house where she lived.

It was an exuberant park bench, under an exuberant tree, in a lackadaisical city.

She sat here alone this time, and had come here plenty of times before alone, however this time was something special because she finally felt content.

With her book, dark chocolate, and cup of black coffee – she needed nothing more in this moment.

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