It had been three weeks since my boss called me and said sentences full of high words, which I had simplified as Carla, you are transferred.
The one I liked the most in here was its central park.
“Young lady, you have to be careful.”
At my fourth visit, an elder approached me. As all benches were occupied and I was a greedy person who claimed a whole bench for herself, it only meant one thing. I shuffled aside and offered him to sit. He gratefully accepted it.
“There is a tale passed from generation to generation.”
Long story short, I regretted my oh-so-good intention. As the reciprocation, he narrated me a good yet full of bullshit tale.
“Don’t go to the south area of this park – no matter what happens.”
I remembered saying thank you, sir while inwardly snorting.
One time, when I stayed in the park too late for me to trail back by the usual route, I decided to take a shortcut.
My mother warned me not to underestimate something and now I understood why.
Uh, I don’t know what I’ve done. Really. Words are 178 because I can’t cut it any longer arghhh I’m soooo sorry. Anyway, this is for flash fiction for aspiring writers. Thank you!