by Richard Mcallister

I sat on a bench today with an old man.


He mentioned the weather being fine and I agreed that it was. He asked me whether I was from here and asked what I was doing, I told him I am and that I was waiting. He said we’re all waiting for something, I asked him what he was waiting for and he replied “well I’m waiting for death” with a chuckle. He asked me what I was waiting for, I said i was waiting for life, he nodded and went on his way.