Chance Encounter on Parliament Hill

100 words about a chance encounter on Parliament Hill
ah, Hampstead Heath (c) Sonya, 2009

You take a deep breath. Underneath the chill, you smell a hint of spring. An icy gust of wind blows away budding hopes of it arriving soon. You hop from foot to foot to keep warm.

‘Lovely despite the weather, isn’t it?’

The voice startles you. You came here to be alone by choice, but you swallow your annoyance.

‘It’s my favourite place in the city.’

‘Mine, too. Do you mind if I share the bench with you? Just until the sun has risen.’

‘Please, sit.’

To your surprise, sharing a chilly morning’s sunrise with a stranger improves the experience.

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Story 11 of 31 for Story A Day, inspired by this week’s WP Discover Challenge.

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15 thoughts on “Chance Encounter on Parliament Hill

  1. I love how you write! It’s like you’ve picked exactly the right words, in the right combination, so that I can imagine a whole, rich world and story behind it. And in front of these two – I want more!!

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