The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Golden
They sit on the bench with their ice cream cones. She swings her legs as she sits. He hunches under his baseball cap. Without comment, they watch a man who is feeding his tiny dog a cheeseburger. Semis fly by on the Interstate, people loiter, cars steer through the expansive McDonald’s parking lot. Yet, these two little ones are quiet, enjoying the ice cream and the world before them. When she looks over at him, he keeps staring straight for a moment, then he turns toward her.
“Happy Anniversary, honey.” She smiles at him, reaches for some of the gray hair coming out from under his cap, and she smooths it with her wrinkled hands. And they smile–their older posture resembling the shyness of youth, and their tastes remaining the same.
–Pennsylvania
Somewhere in Kentucky, there was a BBQ, Ice cream, Art Emporium… š
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
Fantastic, uplifting post. Love the picture and the narrative.
Thank you, Lori! I’d been driving for hours and thought I’d never find any tales. And there they were…they appeared before me like a mirage. š
Paige
I love seeing older people enjoying life and each other.
Nice, it is good when one finds someone to grow old with