Anterior Calm

This past week has been my mid-terms week for school and I completely forgot about blogging! Now that it's spring break though, I figured it's better late than never! Please enjoy this short story by my good friend Samantha and have a great week! :)

Anterior calm

                                                                                                                 by Samantha Court

     They would often sit on this bench when they first got married. He couldn’t remember whether they had ever actually sat on it during the winter, as he was now. Was it odd that the greatest memories he had were of them here by the river?

     She had discovered the bench over forty years ago, when they first moved into the house. The previous owner hadn’t told them about it, she found it as they were walking one evening. After the kids were put to bed, they would walk down here together. She would rest her head on his lap and they would talk. Or if they were too tired to talk, they would sit gazing at the river and glory in the silence.

     Now, the house was being sold and he was moving away. The children had all grown up in this house, Christmases and birthdays had all been spent here. But what he would miss the most was this simple bench, buried under snow and ice. He had contemplated moving it with him, but couldn’t bear the thought of taking it away from here. It belonged here, where she found it.

     The young couple moving in reminded him of them when they were young. He hoped it would be as useful to them as it had been to him. They would be able to talk here, and to fend off the problems of the world. Soon he would have to get up, and soon he would have to drive away from this home for the last time. That could wait, though. For now, he was content just to sit here in the snow, on this bench by the river.