A Walk in the Park

For the life of me, I could not see what

she saw in him. Pretty? She certainly

came close to that. I’d say a respectably

handsome woman, attractive in her way.

He, however, was slovenly, unkempt and

crude by modest measure. They had a

thing going, and I was not privy to those

unknown factors intimate closeness be-

tween lovers does not disclose. Still their

relationship, as it should be I suppose,

remained a mystery to me. Strolling as

friends in the park one day, she suddenly

broke away from our casual conversation,

and went up to give an old oak tree a big

hug. For me it was an unusual thing to see,

not quite lunatic crazy, but given the con-

text of that moment in time, I’d say, it was

a bit out of the ordinary. However, right then

and there, I did come to a clearer understan-

ding of her relationship with that other guy.

Now mind you, I never considered myself as

a prize, but whatever it was she saw in that

other guy had me figuring that it was much

better he than I. Now don’t get me wrong,

I too have an affinity for trees. I do, however,

have an aversion to hugging a body with a

girth so large I can’t get my arms around.

Chris Hanch 9-10-19