http://slow.writerscafe.org/jheic The original writings of author joheic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022579 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As she sat on the bench, silently tossing the striped seeds a few feet in front of her, the birds began to feel more comfortable in her presence. The young man would walk by the publicly owned park bench every day to work, he would always see this woman, old and frail her hands shaking from the cold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jheic/1851433/