"Brief Encounters"-------------My 'Anything that comes to mind' Blog.------
He was sat there-the lonely figure of an old man- on a damp-soiled park bench! My bags were heavy-my back was acheing-my shoes seem to have 'shrunk'- like 'cling film' stretched taught around my feet! There was no other seat around-not in my line of vision. The old man looked up tapping the seat... Sign in to see full entry.