Bench and Park

I and my sister Bird were in a group of friends of hers - not mine, mind you - and we were somewhere just outside of Gwersyllt, on the outskirts of the city of Wrexham. There was a Nature Walk area at the top of this hill, but there was a clearing just down the road, with a large wooden park bench. That was where everybody had gathered.

I was sitting on the bench, and one of Bird's friends stood up, along with the rest of the crowd. This friend was tall, blonde, and regal. I patted the bench and asked if she would sit a while with me. She smiled, and instead invited me to come with her as the rest of her friends took off, along with Bird, to the Nature Walk.

I looked down for my shoes, because they were nowhere to be seen, and my feet were bare. When I looked up, I was alone. I glanced back to see if my shoes had gone under the bench, but found only uncut grass.

I realised I couldn't travel far with bare feet, because the gravel felt like Legos underfoot. Never mind that I was completely naked: that much, I never seemed to care about.