Dear Diary,
I sat on my bench.
With my sketch pad and pencil.
The one to the far right of the children's play area and to the left of the duck pond.
I counted 2 ducks; one mother and one duckling.
In the play area I also counted 2; Maddie and her brother.
I was mid-sketch when I heard the high pitch squeal. Smiling when I recognised it as the dark haired girl from the bookstore. Frowning when I realised who accompanied her.
I was certain that one noiseless action, that one glance, screamed a thousand words.
An earsplitting scowl that demanded his attention.
A sonic boom that rose awareness of my whereabouts.
'Cause he looked when I looked.
I gathered my things when he began to walk.
Towards me.
Stuffing my bag faster with each step.
But he was too late.
I'd walked away before he could even reach the russet fencing that surrounded the play area.
I looked over my shoulder when he bellowed my song.
Walking away at the speed of the tempo.
Sara.
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