In a 100 words no more or less, here is my 150th Flasher Fiction Friday. Look to this link to read other great Flasher Fiction posts from great writers. Flasher Fiction Friday
The bench sits in a shaded area deep within the city park. Aged and worn from years of use and abuse. To many it is simply a bench, but to one man it means much more. Rob would often sit on this bench deep in thought, as people passed by. Memories flowed through him of his long lost loved. Many times he would smile as he remembered her, other times he would hid the tears. To him this bench meant the world to him, as he rubs his fingers over her bronze name that is engraved deep within the wood.