A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
For this days challenge, we are to continue the story in whosoever way we so desire! 😀
It was a lovely sunny day, the sky bright blue, the warm rays seemingly giving everyone a cheery disposition.
Mary and Bob had not been dating long, she had met him on one of those online dating sites. Things seemed to be going well, enough so that they would spend times at each others houses.
Mary was a bit of a slob when it came to house keeping however Bob on the other hand was a right royal surprise for Mary. His place was spic and span, not a loose hair on the floor, no dust in sight and surfaces completely clean and minimalist.
Bob had a waterbed, which Mary thought really rather wild. Mary had a herb garden which Bob was profoundly jealous of, though the relationship was too young for him to be relaxed enough to show it.
Mary was a vegetarian, Bob was on the other hand a big meat eater, usually liking something red and bloody each weekend, however this had not blighted their union, after all opposites attract right?
They strolled through the grass, Bob always seemed to be slightly behind, Mary found herself feeling slightly like she was pulling Bob along but in her mind she just thought he was getting distracted with appreciating nature and dawdling under the suns rays.
Bob seemed to find himself gazing at the dogs being walked on leads, tears unexpectedly bursting upon the rims of his eyes ‘he thought he had left that life alone a long time ago.’ Sighing louder than expected Mary turned to glance at him, twitching a brow of concern.
“Are you alright Bob, did you used to have a dog?”
Bob shook his head going a shade of scarlet “no” he said abruptly which he then regretted.
Mary then went a shade of red, feeling she had perhaps embarrassed him somehow or trodden upon unchartered territory.
They passed a little old woman, knitting something red.
Bob’s head swirled a mass of emotions like a thunderstorm taking over his thoughts ‘how was he going to do this, he thought he had left his old life behind, he was now with Mary, things were different, or so he thought.’
As much as Bob blinked, new tears seemed to rise like a burst pipe “urgh how embarrassing he blurted”
Mary touched his cheek.
The little old lady had looked up, spotting the young couple, hand in hand. They had stopped nearby, something seemed to be wrong. She didn’t get out that often, or should we say, didn’t get to meet many people that often, so watching others antics fascinated her. She stared.
Bob and Mary didn’t notice.
“Have you ever had a pet Mary?”
Mary’s eyes lit up like chandeliers, almost glimmering like a spread of diamonds.
Bob was slightly taken aback at the beauty that suddenly radiated from her mousy yet endearing features.
“No Bob, never but I have always wanted a pet, it is my heart’s desire, I was never allowed one as a child, I wouldn’t care what it was, I just want a pet, something to look after, to walk, to feed, something to hold and cherish, a bonus if it were to nuzzle against my leg” she grinned
Bob’s heart raced.
“Why?” asked Mary
“I can gives you your heart’s desire Mary”
“Really?” she retorted
Bob’s chest felt like it was a dam about to explode as his heart thundered like a million horses on a rampage.
‘It was now or never, make or break, that was it, he had to do it, he had to be honest, in for a penny in for a pound’ those true British sayings came punching at each and ever corner of his mind egging him on.
The old lady watched on. Things seemed to be getting a little animated between the couple, their faces were bright, ah young love. She had stopped knitting and was clutching the needles between fingers housing swollen joints. She squinted to get a better view.
Bob saw the bushes surrounding the park seem to get higher, his knees hitting the slightly soft grass “yes” he almost whispered “yesss” he said louder “yessss you can have a pet, you can” his palms now meeting the soft turf as he dared not to look up, now on all fours, his cheek pressing in to her calf “woof, woof, whimper, whimper.”
He felt a playful slap across the back of his head “BOB” Mary exclaimed, “stop fooling around.”
He looked up, a heartfelt look upon his features, puppydog eyes “I am serious, it is what I need and what I hope you need.”
Mary stood there, inadvertently swallowing a few flies as her mouth gaped.
To those keen of hearing there was a clatter of knitting needles as a well used pair dropped to the cement tiles under the bench upon which a little old lady sat, staring at a young couple aghast.
So what do you reckon Mary did? Kick him in to touch? Or do you think she became Mistress Mary and Bob her faithful hound dog?
As always thank you for reading/viewing!
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As you might have guessed, I wanted to throw it out of the box, do something different with this “follow on the story prompt”