The park was not well lit. And as I strode along the main pathway, something caught the corner of my eye (always happens that way, eh?)
A man was sitting on a park bench on my far left. The lampost to the right of the bench barely illuminated him. But I could make out he was in a white long short sleeve shirt and long pants. Office attire, maybe. But could not make out his age as light was lacking. His posture was very upright, back unnaturally straight. Like he waiting for someone. During the 3 seconds or so that I observed him discreetly while contuining to walk on, he remained absolutely motionless.
10 minutes later (having finished my read), I walked back along the same pathway from the opposite direction. My word, he was still there. Still in his neat clothes and sitting quietly and unobtrusively. Like how a good boy should be seen and not heard.
Disconcerting, yet comforting that there are others out there like us.
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