Seven Fridays
1st Friday
From auburn to golden, leafs fell off their mother trees and are carried away throughout the land, dancing in the chilled breeze until they settle down on upon the damp stone pathway. The sun would be on the path to near setting, the sky being the lightest blue it can get before settling down for a change in color. Down at the park, workers would rake the leaves up in piles, putting them up in large garbage bags to dispose of them. Children would be playing in the jungle gym, making as many easy friends as they can in a day. Joggers would run the whole park, a water bottle in their hands and a determined mindset. But as for Jean, he yawned loudly, tears developing in the corners of his eyes as he walked down the stone covered pathway. Jean had always gone through the park as a shortcut to get home after a long day of work. He found it incredibly annoying going through the same pathway, seeing the same tree, seeing the same joggers, seeing the same children playing, the same couple making out on the tree, the same empty ben-oh? The usual empty bench was occupied by a young woman with short black hair and dark eyes. She wore a red summer dress that stopped below her knees, her legs were covered by black stockings and her shoes were these small cute red and black flats. She sat with her legs crossed and a small brown book rested on her lap. She would bring her fingers to her lips, coating them with her saliva before turning the page of her book. Jean looked at her in awe. He never saw her before and she was a pretty good looking woman. Jean continued down the pathway, glancing at the young woman on the bench as he passes it.