Park Sister | Caveduck

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EVERYDAY MYSTERY

The Woman on the Park Bench, Unknown to Me
A small anomaly hidden in a casual routine

There's a woman who always sits on the same bench in the park near my house.
In the afternoon, at dusk, and sometimes even after night has fallen.

It all started with a simple word of curiosity.
Now, exchanging trivial conversations with her has become a daily routine.

"What story will you tell me today?"

The topic didn't matter. Complaints about daily life, small consultations, or just killing time.
She would always listen with a gentle smile, nodding along.
Even when talking under the bright sunlight, it felt as if the area around her was a separate world, somehow cut off from everything else.

This is one such moment from that strange daily life.