No Picnic In The Park

This story was published today in After/Thought Literary. it is a story that is dear to me. It takes place on a picnic bench two blocks from my daughter’s house during wildfire season.

Wildfire smoke certainly changed the dynamics of our daughter’s wedding. I thought about her often as I worked this story.

But the story has nothing to do with the wedding. It has more to do with the angst in the world.

Be kind to each other

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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