A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.
He enjoys his walk with his wife. That is one of their comfort times. For the last six months, the couple had been spending quality time together and he makes it a point to get home early at least twice a week to do their regular walk amongst other activities, just the two of them. He feels a little emotional today. Today is one of those days that he gets more sensitive than usual. He misses her so much.
They walked past the duck pond and saw an old woman sitting on a bench underneath the cherry blossom tree, knitting. As they walk closer, he saw her putting her final touches on a small, red sweater.
That red sweater.
He was taken back to the hospital room. His little girl in her red sweater drew her last breath and did not respond to her name anymore. Back to the present in the park, he feels so weak, squeezes his wife’s hand tightly and tears started rolling down his cheeks.
Her love for her husband has grown stronger and stronger everyday and often times, she ccould sense how he feels and what he is thinking just by looking at him or by touching him. She feels the grasp of his hand on hers and the emptiness he feels now found its way into her.
The late afternoon sun is still quite strong but she feels the chills. As they walk, hand in hand on the circular walkway in silence, she is trying to find a answer why their little angel was taken away from them so soon. Forcing herself to the present, she feels the consolation. She has never ever feel so close, so connected to her husband as much as now, not even when they were dating. The times they both shared and gone through for the last six months together is like two beings supporting one body, two hearts with the same emotion, two people sharing one loss.
Her eyes caught the red sweater and feeling the squeeze of his hand on hers turned her head and saw his tears. She has no tears left but her heart hurts to see him cry. She uses both her hands to wipe his tears, gives him a little hug and carry on walking hand in hand.
The old woman
She is worried. Her eyes are not as sharp as they used to be but she still has her love for knitting. She likes the sun on her face and the few hours each day she goes out from her back garden door leading to this park. This bench is her favourite spot.
She holds that newly knitted red sweater and smile to herself showing a missing tooth. Little two year old Emily will look good in red. She is going to persuade her daughter that she is capable to care for herself. Retirement home is for oldies, not her. She picks up her knitting needles, wool, the newly knitted red sweater, her reading glasses and places everything into a rattan bag. She gets up from the bench just as the couple walk past her.
Strangers living in their own world, she didn’t see their pain.