hey guys, i just wanted to share a story I wrote for a creative writing class. the pretext of this assignment was that i was i given four objects/things and had to write a story involving them. i received, an old woman, a city park, the first week of school and a death. i welcome any and all comments and suggestions, thanks for reading.
On a park bench in the middle of town, an old woman sits quietly. She acknowledges people as they pass, seeming friendly, but her mind is clearly somewhere else. As she sits, the school bus stops and drops off children, the same way it has done since she was a child. The bus driver waves at the old woman, as he has every school day for nearly a year now. It was the first week of school the previous year when it happened, but to the woman it seemed like yesterday.
It was a blistering August day. She had been so busy worrying about the bills for that month that she forgot to pick him up at the park. His parents both worked, so she volunteered to pick him up. He was her only grandson, and her only company since her husband had died. She rushed to the park, but got held up at the railroad tracks just outside of town. The train had stopped, which was odd since the station had long since been converted into a store. She didn't worry though, he was just waiting at the park for her, probably on the swing set. At least that’s what she told herself.
She followed the tracks as she walked into town. They would lead her straight to the park, as the tracks separated the park from a swimming hole popular with the local children. As she approached the town, she could see people milling about as if they were waiting on something. The crowd murmured quietly as she approached, parting to let her through. She heard someone say he was crossing to swim in the pond when it happened. As she reached the tracks, with the empty swing set still in view and the park oddly empty of children, she knew what had happened.
Ever since then, people spoke quietly about her, saying the poor old woman had gone mad to deal with what happened. Some even wondered if she truly understood. But the only thing people really knew was that she would sit on that bench every day waiting for her boy to come home.