He was there every afternoon at exactly the same time. She knew. She came there every afternoon at exactly the same time. And she saw him, he did not see her.
She looked at him in awe for how could a person be so isolated, yet here he was and he was not even bothered.
Today, she wanted to talk to him. She walked up to him. He looked up from what he was doing and she smiled at him. He smiled back. The two of them sat in silence the rest of the day.
The next day she came back, but he was not there. It had never happened before. Slowly, she walked to the bench and on it, she noticed a note that somehow had not fluttered away in the breeze. Curious, she took a look at it.
After reading it, she inhaled deeply and looked around her smiling. Hitching the backpack at her back well, she skipped away with the words written on the paper at the front of her mind's eye.
Thank you
-The boy in the garden
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Cookies And Cream
Historia CortaA collection of poems I write. And probably short stories. Yeah. ~ ~ ~ This is my first book ever to be shown to the world....
