Old Quiet was still as The Bench. She would slowly rotate her head, from West to East.
She chose the middle seat, because for those 20 minutes, it was her bench. An acquaintance arrived in a sedan, notified Old Quiet that the car was just a few spaces down. The acquaintance
made sure the door was unlocked on the passenger side. Sadly, she did not follow through with the kind gesture of holding the door for such a diamond. On she went, quietly.
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