Day On Recreation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: dreamscape

Experiences at the park.
750 words.

Day was here, fruit of a long decided course. My travel bus would wait patiently for my return. Dressed in my best casual, armed to the waist with my fanny pack.


Upon setting foot on the compound, the initial walkway is lined each side with plants. Nature the theme, forget about the modern world while here.


Would be a disservice to neglect the hibiscus flowers – the plants. Read different varieties come in many a colour. These red ones do a fine job setting an early mood.


End of the walkway an ornate gate and guard house sharing the theme of the place. Guard house too hard a term. Greeted warmly by a perky male attendant dressed in a spanking uniform also reflecting the nature theme.


Such attention to detail.


Here lies my joke. Bus? Came by Volvo S40 car. His perky self summoned an attendant dressed in another uniform denoting a servant, nevertheless sharply dressed in a like theme. Handed him the fob and dutifully he headed to park my ride in the parking lot.


While he did that I entered past the gate and began walking about to discover the park’s secrets. First a river began the delight. Sparkly and clean.


Stepped within an alluring garden in place of living hibiscus a sculpture garden to be precise. Not of plants, rather assorted manner of subjects. Nothing lived or swayed but artists had a chance obviously to break creative bonds and have their works featured here for all appreciating eyes.


Emerging out the fanny, a camera. No need to say what happened next.


A slight breeze tingled my skin, the air cool to my nostrils. Would sound weird as I stood by a tree, whose leaves and branches took on a gentle swaying. Touched that tree. Hands and fingers gently went over the bark’s texture.


No way departing this stress free mini paradise – not without more time. Sitting on a bench all the attractions in easy, casual steps away. For now stresses and cares of the world a distant memory.


One of a kind you are park.


Author’s note – written by hand for English class quarter century ago. Feels a lifetime, was scored a thirteen. Minimal changes. A good exercise expressing the senses.

Date - 9 April 2020


Submitted: April 09, 2020

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It is a good expression of the senses, dreamscriber, and some nice descriptive details.

Fri, April 10th, 2020 7:14pm


I want to stimulate my reader's imagination. My manifesto also saw me detail parks a few weeks ago. Next story should be Street Scene.

Fri, April 10th, 2020 2:40pm

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