A park bench
Bare.
A empty bird bath across the way
Ready for birds.
A woman
Walks along the path
A floral dress swirls around her body in the breeze.
A large sunhat conceals her eyes from view.
Her crimson red hair flows, illuminated by tree-filtered sunbeams.
She approaches the bench and appears to stare.
Her head glances along the path.
She sits, legs crossed, her dress dancing in the breeze.
She removes her sun hat.
Her eyes, Hazel in colour, are filled with the glint of the sun reflecting off of the bird bath.
A bird lands. She tilts her head, watching the bird enjoy the friendly water.
Her lipstick glows mesmerizingly against her pale white face as she smiles at the bird.
A yellow canary.
Her pretty mouth, smiling, opens more to reveal her yellowing teeth.
She carefully opens the purse she’s kept hidden this entire time, and pulls out a cigarette.
Lighting it, she smiles, and looks at the bird, it’s wings glistening in the light.
She finishes her cigarette and dons her sunhat, before gently knocking the ashes off and tossing it aside, carelessly into the bird bath.