Today's OneWord: Bench

A spot of ice cream had made a small puddle on the bench beside me. The girl still chewing on the cone paid it no mind. Nor did she pay attention to the brown and green stain on her shirt that was spreading from her chin.

I smiled at her and waved when I caught her eye. But she shuddered and seemed afraid of me. I walked home that night debating whether or not to go to bed early.

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