Walking up the grassy knoll, Sam took a deep breath and sat on the wooden bench placed there for people like her.
It was a beautiful day to be out. The sky was slightly overcast but the sun was peeking through the clouds and it was comfortable, sitting in the open.
John had loved such days, and sitting by herself she missed him all over again. Life went on, people came and went, she thought. Another day, another year and someone else would be sitting here instead of her.
Written for CCC # 166, hosted by Crispina Kemp