She sits on the park bench, feet dangling by the edge– in one hand is an ice cream cone, and in the other is her father’s warm arm.
Suddenly, another hand is shaking her shoulders, “Are you ready to go? Do you plan to sit in this lame park forever, watching little kids with ice cream stains run around?”
Glancing one last time at the monkey bars that caused her first broken bone, she stands up, “Yeah, time to leave. This bench is cramping my legs. It is too small for me now.”
Inspired by Sonya’s Three Line Tales Week Thirty prompt. Great thought-provoking photo as always. 🙂 Hope you guys enjoy this piece!