Park Play
It is a crisp fall evening as I walk to the park bench. I can hear my high heels disturbing the leaves as I walk deeper in the park. I feel their dampness on the tops of my naked feet as I stir them up approaching the bench I was told to wait at. The wind is singing a song on the empty leafless branches and slipping under my long fall coat touching my thighs and bottom, it is all I am wearing, as I was told to do. As I arrive at the bench I slip my hand into my jacket pocket and pull out the...