When stories weave with simple thoughts

Alma sat on the wooden park bench that was placed on a green carpet of mowed grass. She had done this for a couple of years now. Every day,  she walked away from her daily chores to steal a moment and sell it to silence. As a daughter, a sister , a wife and a mother  she had played every role brilliantly well. If her life were to be a film , she would definitely be an oscar nominee. Patience was her strength and hard work her dearest friend . Alma sat there for a while reminiscing of her life.  the seat felt warm as she took a seat , like someone had been there before. She saw no one around for as far as her sight could go. She sat there wondering how life would be if she was more than just playing a domestic role. She had seen a couple of women who worked and lived alone. They looked so neat, perfectly made and successfully pristine.Then she remembered that it was half past five and her kid would be home alone. She gathered herself and took every step  closer to home . Just a couple of minutes ago a woman sat in her place staring at the expanse of the sky . She was given the 'employee of the month' award a promotion and a hike in pay. She was on top of the world but simply decided to do away with life.

A man focused on a cross-word puzzle or may be it was su-do-ku, with a mission to fill those little rows and columns . With his golden watch and an expensive suit , its easy to solve life's' puzzle right away. Kwame sat next to him  on a random train that was on its way to terminate in another place. He wore a simple expression of humanity along with his tattered clothes. He looked at his co-passengers' coat, an expensive one that he would could never afford . He had to say something about this piece of fabric of excellent quality and texture. 'Excuse me" ,Kwame said as the man with his golden watch, turned to  look away, without having to acknowledge this 'being' and listen to what he has to say.There is obviously no conversation that can happen between them, as their eyes would never want to meet or lives cross pathways. He had to say it, so  did he! Kwame asked him courteously to move his cape that had overflowed into his seat and simply dozed away.