The Bench
I came to the park again today. The bench sits unobtrusively at the top of the bluff overlooking the river. It never changes, day to day or season to season, it simply sits and waits, taunting me. The doctor says that I should either approach it and make my peace with it or stop torturing myself. But I can do neither.
I’m closer to the bench than I’ve ever been, and this makes me jittery. Beyond the bench the snow swept river valley crawls towards the city skyline, stark white against dull grey. I turn away […]