Memories came flooding as I looked at the benches from my living room. One of the reason father bought the house was that the south facing house would have sunlight available through out the year. He had specially acquired these benches. After morning walk, father and his friend would read, discuss and argue politics, sports and general direction country is moving, over endless cups of tea at the expense of an exasperated mother.
Times have changed. Father is no more. A condo has come up in place of our single storied house. Benches are still there, but no one opens a fresh news paper sitting on them first thing in the morning anymore. Most of us watch news on TV or in out cell phone. The joy and anticipation of reading days first news paper and arguing politics and sports with friends are a thing of the past, as are those days and people.
Word Count: 151
Competition No. 192
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge of 20th Nov, 2018 hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading! Other entries on the topic can be found here.
Photo Credit: Yinglan