Sea of InkeBook - 2013
The bench was for Lily, who liked to sit and think. If she had been alive, she would have loved it. I read the plaque and it told me that Lily died a year ago. I wondered who had dedicated this particular spot at the top of the park to her memory. I wondered if Lily had liked to think alone, or was there a Bill or a William or a James who liked to sit and think beside her. I sat and thought. I wondered how Bill, or William, or James was handling life on his own. Had he pulled himself together or did he feel that his life had ended at the same time as Lily's. Was he angry? Was he relieved? Did he want to scream till he had no more breath, then curl up in a ball and hide from everyone who told him that time was a great healer and that he was lucky to have had Lily in his life at all?