MAN SITTING ON BENCH READING A NEWSPAPER by David McCabe Sep 2012
Most evenings, after work, I walk over to the city park and
go for a jog or most likely a quick walk. Need to get the weight down. I’m also
getting on in years sixty last birthday. The park is about four miles square,
full of flowers, trees and benches. I sometimes come across courting couples
having a snog behind the bushes or the odd tramp shuffling around.
One particular evening mid September with a clear sky, a light
breeze blowing with birds singing everywhere, I walked into the park. The ducks on the shallow pond were as usual being
harassed by the aggressive seagulls - something should be done about them-. I sat on my usual bench to change my shoes.
Proud of my shoes I am, all leather, cost a lot they did. There was a man, looking
quite scruffy, relaxed on a bench across the path with his upper body hidden by
the Financial Times. Strange, I thought, the Financial Times at this time of
day.
As I stood up he crossed his legs, showing the sole of his
shoe with a large hole in it and a piece of cardboard hiding the sole of his
foot. Ever cautious I placed my leather shoes in a plastic bag and hid them in
a bush behind the bench and started my walk.
Feeling quite lively I started to jog a bit, scattering a flock of aggressive
seagulls - get back to the ocean you vermin
- and trotted around the park enjoying the wind
in my face. After a short while I settled
into a fast walk. Wonder about that guy reading the paper, his shoes certainly needed
a repair. He looked a bit scruffy - but reading the FT!
Walking briskly with arms pumping I rounded a large flower
bed to find a man dressed in a well worn suit with a scraggy beard shuffling
toward me. As we passed he gave me a smile, touched the rolled up pink
newspaper to his forehead in greeting and exited from the park. Must be the guy
on the bench I thought. Panting a bit I reached
my bench and gathered the plastic bag from the bushes. In the gathering dusk I sat
down feeling very satisfied with my self, another long walk completed.
That’s strange, I thought, this shoe feels odd. What’s this bit
of cardboard doing in it?
ha, ha, ha like it.
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and I did find my way back here!!!!!