The Man on the Park Bench
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Last published Fri, Apr 25, 2014
Albert continued walking until he finally reached his target; an old, rotting park bench which faced the brilliant blue water of the lake. With a sigh, he lowered himself down onto the cool timber, his bones creaking in unison with the bench. Placing his cane to the side he reached into the plastic bag and pulled out his coke. Albert sits on the same park bench day after day surrounded by a lifetime of memories. His story is delightful, heart-warming and sure to create emotion. Read it and tell me what you think!
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