3/09/18 (Present)
The autumn hit the city much earlier than it was supposed to, the leaves were scattered around the grassy lawns of the park. Sarah walked down the lawns, crushing the fallen leaves, which made a sweet cracking sound. She reached a deserted bench, she gazed upon it for a long time.
After ten long years, she had come back to this place.
She cleaned the bench and sat at one corner of it, she stared the other corner which was empty. Her eyes were moist with tears and had a tired look.
After a long stare, she shifted her gaze towards a tall tree which was at a distance from the bench, the leaves of the tree had started yellowing, some had fallen, but there was something attractive about this tree. As Sarah gazed at it, she got lost into her own thoughts.
The tree had many stories to tell.
YOU ARE READING
THE FALL
Short Story[SHORT STORY ] The 'Loss of someone ' and the 'letting go of somebody ' is all consider to be the feeling of 'Autmness '. Hence, THE FALL
