The Yellow Hat
She could see him sitting on the park bench, where he always sat in the afternoons. Whether the sun shone …
She could see him sitting on the park bench, where he always sat in the afternoons. Whether the sun shone …
Her feet pounded over the gravel pathway. Blue tennis shoes skidded on the tiny rocks, her feet nearly flying out …
Her fingers trembled as she brought the cigarette to her lips. She took a shaky breath and inhaled the smoke …