1The Watching Man
The boy who was now a man sat on a wooden bench in a circle of wooden benches. The old, creaking thing surrounded a stout tree, maybe an oak, covered inleaves.The night had a strange glow. The streetlights of the city were waging war withthe encroaching darkness. A young man and young woman sat and held hands inthe grass. In the dark. They didn’t think anyone could see them.But I can see you, thought the benched observer. They are lovers –perhaps theyhave run away from their families with only each other to hold onto. Or maybethey just met, a chance encounter after class or in a restaurant.The young man and his companion reclined on the grass to stare at the stars.The woman grabbed the man’s arm and pointed to the sky. Excited whispersdrifted over to their observer.He narrates in his head:The two star-crossed lovers, fated to die yet determine to live, ponder their destiny. Little do they know that this will be their last meeting, their finalrendezvous . . .A watch face glowed green in the darkness. The man in the grass stood up, brushed off his pants, and helped his companion up.Goodbye, sweet love, thought the watching man. Though our bodies may part,our souls will be forever one.