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Special Place
A fictional short story.
This was our spot, this bench by the lake. For as long as I can remember, we came here. We could sit for hours and talk, or hold hands in silence.
It started when we were teenagers. I would come to sit and read because it was so peaceful. He would come just to see me. It was sweet, and we took an instant liking to each other.
It didn’t take long for our friendship to grow into something more.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as I remembered those late nights with his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his chest. I would never feel those arms again.
My mind drifted to the day he proposed. It had rained the night before, and he was so nervous he dropped the ring in the mud. I chuckled at the memory. He cleaned it off on his white shirt and slipped it on my finger before I even said yes.
A year later we were married, right here in this spot. After all these years, I can still picture the rows of chairs, separated by a five-foot aisle, leading to an arch covered in yellow and red flowers. I had been a stunning bride.
This was the spot where I had told him he was going to be a father. The shocked look on his face quickly gave way to joy, and he had picked me up off the ground and spun me around.
