Bench At Water's Edge

Copyright — The Reclining Gentleman

Here we are all gathered in the virtual park, blankets spread on the lawn. We’ve come here with our gracious and talented hostess, author and artist Rochelle Wissoff-Fields, to share our original stories. It’s the weekly gathering of the Friday Fictioneers for the challenge to write a story with no more than 100 words. The story is supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt  for the week. The prompt this week was supplied by The Reclining Gentleman. Thanks R.G.

For any of you who would like to check them out, I have a number of boards on Pinterest. I’ve been collecting , among other things, a number of blogs and information on writing. The link is as follows:

The link to the other Friday Fictioneer stories is as follows:

My story for the week follows.

Genre:  Speculative Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words


It was a warm evening in June so I decided to go to the park. There were two benches near the small lake.

One bench was occupied by an elderly man. I came the next night and he was there again. On my way out, at the gate, I asked the park guard who the gentleman was.

“Mr. Donald Hitchcock,” he said. “He never speaks these days. Heard someone in his family died in April.”

Curious, I checked the old newspaper obits. It took a while, but I found the right obit.

“Mr. Donald Hitchcock died today, April 10, 2014.”


31 thoughts on “THE BENCH

  1. I really like how you’ve given the information about the death – it’s intriguing that the guard knows his name, and has apparently tried to speak to him, but isn’t sure exactly who has died. So much story in there. Donald seems a harmless ghost. I wish him well,.


  2. A gentle story, with a slightly disturbing theme. I enjoyed the mental picture you conjured up in your preamble, of us all spreading our blankets on the lawn… quite apt. Now we’re all scurrying around trying to see what others have put in their sandwiches. 🙂


    • Thanks Ali. You’re right. I think he’ll be moving on soon, but it’s hard for him to let go of his favorite place. It reminds me of the funny part in the Harry Potter books where the old teacher goes on teaching even though he’s now a ghost. I’m glad I achieved the right atmosphere. 🙂 — Susan


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