Mini stories

The Man On The Bench

Hi, this is the first short story and can I say these are really short so please don't expect them to just be a chapter they are maybe a paragraph long. I still think they're good though and I hope you do! Enjoy💕 -S

Bill sat alone on an old wooden bench, a single flower in hand. Bill had just been to the graveyard visiting his wife and bringing her flowers. While he stood at her nameplate, a young girl and her father arrived and stood at a grave a few feet away from his wife's. The girl was holding a small bouquet of red roses. From what he could tell and what the little head stone said the little girl had just lost her mother and the father his wife. Bill knew what that felt like. The little girl saw him looking at them and walked up to him. She gave him a single red rose and smiled at him. He could have cried, he whispered thank you and smiled at the little girl. She turned and ran back to her father who was standing watching them looking proud. Now here Bill sits on the bench he and his wife used to sit on before she got sick, with that single rose in hand. A single tear made its way down his face. He smiled.

Yes, I know it's a little sad😭