Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
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.