This is depressing :P
August 27th, 2019: She stood there, waiting. It was a dull autumn afternoon and she had been waiting for over an hour. The park was unusually quiet except for an occasional chirp of critters and there were just a few people nearby-a plump old woman walking her dog, a young couple lying on a blanket and a few kids running around. She wanted to go back to her hotel room, call room service and sip on some iced tea but she chose not to. But she waited, armed with a pink bejeweled pen and a diary. It had become a habit of hers to carry a pen and a notebook wherever she went. She opened her diary and scribbled some lines down and closed it again. She reached inside her over-sized Prada bag for her cell-phone and tried his number once again and got directed to voice mail. She silently observed the people around her. The kids were trying to put a caterpillar in one of their friends’ hair and were happily giggling while the old woman was mumbling about her aching bones to her dog. Meanwhi
