Early every morning the old man sits on the park bench with his newspaper and a cup of tea in hand, the same time, same place, different paper. Ever since he has retired he has been very lonely. With all his family living in Canada and his wife passing away only recently, he began to do the same thing every day. He developed Metathesiophobia (fear of change) as he took his wife's death very heavily and hence the reason he has the same routine.
Today was not like usual. Little did he know he was going to have a visitor. A small one.
He sat engulfed in his newspaper. The noises around him suddenly disappeared and time stood for all but one man. Him. He thought of what he would be doing if his wife was still alive, but then he was suddenly snapped out of that thought when he felt a light tapping on his shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Cora." Said the little girl.
"I'm Harrison." The old man replied with a confused look on his face.
No one ever talked to him for the whole year and a bit since he had been sitting on that park bench and yet he felt a sudden warmth inside of him. He wondered why this little girl wanted to talk to him. She was around five and it looked like she came to the park by herself.
"Why are you here by yourself?" She asked.
"Because I have no one."
"You can be my friend and I can sit with you?"
"I'd love that, Cora."
They sat all day and he suddenly felt less lonely.
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newspaper rountine
Historia Cortaevery morning the same thing, all he needs is a newspaper and the same little park bench. ,, this is a story about an old man opening up and lifting out of the little hole in which he inhabits.
