Stranger – 100 words

park bench photo - no stranger
Photo by Craig Murphy

It was a Sunday morning stranger on a park bench kind of day. Lucy peed on the stranger’s leg and ran off to look for squirrels. The stranger looked down at his dampened leg, looked at me, then returned to his book. I shouted an apology but he didn’t respond.

I sat down next to him and apologized again. Without looking up he said, “Dogs.” We sat in silence for a long time. He reading, me watching Lucy romp with a variety of dogs, children and even the occasional cat.

Eventually Lucy tired. We walked away. The stranger read on.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.