Their fabulous anniversary party was over and Rita sipped chamomile tea with a relaxed sigh.

Twenty-Five years, yet it seemed just like yesterday.

She watched Greg change into his pajamas to join her in bed as she dwelt on their time together and how it all started.

Bright things attracted her so she always gravitated towards the red bench, where she ate her sandwich and watched people go by.

Until he decided he liked the chair as well and appropriated it for himself.

She had felt ticked-off, but decided not to allow his presence to deprive her of her little pastime.

She would hurry to get the seat before him, but he would sit silently beside her and read his newspaper.

Till she started missing him on the days he failed to appear.

Looking at his graying temple as he flipped through the papers, she knew such contentment and decided to replace the park chair.

The last time she walked by, it looked worn with years.

Who knows, a new bench might perform some magic.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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