Today’s Prompt: Write this scene. A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater (I changed it to a pink sweater dress). The man begins to cry.
Different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.
The couple strolled onto the path laughing and swinging their arms in unison, their fingers interlocked. He looked over at her and smiled. She in turn, gave him a bump with her hip.
An elderly woman sitting on a bench by the path glanced up from her knitting to see what was going on. She smiled and said to the young woman, “You remind me of my granddaughter.”
She set the pink sweater she was knitting on her lap and said “I’m making this for my first great-grandchild, due next month.”
The man looked at her and then the pink sweater. He didn’t say anything, but she thought she saw him brush a tear from his cheek.
The woman grew up in a time when men didn’t show their emotions, and she started to squirm on the bench “what in the world is wrong?” she thought but didn’t say it. Instead, she asked him if he was okay.
The man’s wife looked at him and grinned. “I think those are tears of joy.”
Confused the woman asked “Really? I didn’t know my knitting could make someone cry with joy…”
The couple smiled at each other and continued on without saying a word. The young woman wanted so badly to tell someone the news that she was pregnant after trying for so many years, but she knew he wanted to keep their secret a little longer. Unlike her, he was a private person. Unlike him, she was not. In fact, she turned to the old woman just long enough to mouth the words “I’m pregnant”, pointing to her belly discreetly and winking.
“Times sure have changed,” the woman thought, “In my day, men didn’t cry, and women didn’t walk around in spandex when they were pregnant.” She shrugged and went back to her knitting.