An hour in the park I truly did not expect
Lovely summer day, I could finally read undisturbed on my favorite bench in the park. Until suddenly...
„Here, this is for you.”
I looked up from my book, startled. A large, round plate appeared in front of me, with a huge chocolate cake on it.
„Uh...?” – I fumbled for words, glancing at the elderly woman holding the plate.
„Are you gonna take it or am I supposed to hold it like this all day?!” – she blurted, with a touch of endearing amusement. I hesitantly reached for the plate. „T... thanks?”
While I was carefully setting the cake down beside me on the bench, the lady stomped over to my other side and sat down. Looking at me with a wry smile. Crazy old crone.
„It’s yours if you promise to listen to my story,” she explained. „Oh, don’t worry, it won’t take more than an hour.”
I came home with something more that day. A connection, a personal story.
Pain, joy, beauty, hope.
And a delicious cake.
I never got her name. I hope she’s all right.
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Comments (3 so far!)
That is delightful. It makes me think of a better time when I would be less suspicious of free cake. I'm not saying i wouldn't eat it. I'd just be suspicious.
- #2734 Posted 5 years ago
I love this old crone. She's making the world a better place one story and one cake at a time.
- #2737 Posted 5 years ago
I'm glad you liked it.
Suspicion is understandable, but you know there are people who you just instantly want to trust for some reason...
- #2745 Posted 5 years ago
One person gifts a cake to a complete stranger in the park. A conversation ensues.
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