Twelve-year old Mitchell hated walking through the park with his boring parents. They were so strict! They wouldn’t let him play “Grand Theft Auto” or listen to Cop-Killah’s raps. Mitchell parents were just too straight-laced to truly understand him.
As they sauntered down the path, Mitchell’s mother Dianah pointed, “Isn’t that our old bench, Hon?”
Clay looked at the bench, roughly carved from a log. “Yes, that’s the one. When I was drunk one day I crashed my Harley into it.”
“We met on this bench,” beamed Dianah.
“We kissed for the first time here.”
“You carved our initials into it with a sword.”
Clay smiled. “And then…”
“…And then we conceived Mitchell here.”
“It was a beautiful moment, Sweetie,” said Dianah.
“That crazy cop arrested us here,” grimaced Clay.
“He was bored, Hun. Looking for something to do.”
“Wow!” said Mitchell, seeing his parents in a new light. “You guys spent a lot of time here.”
“No Sweetie,” said Dianah. “That was just our first day together.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/01/22/fffaw-challenge-week-of-january-23-2018/