The Usual Stroll

In a lifetime, there are a few moments that will define the legacy that one leaves behind, whether it is how you are remembered or why depends of many things that are not so important to the story of old Monsieur Abbernote. He was a simple man, in taste as in status, and a kind one. Not too good for the standards neither too horrible. He had lived a life of tragedies but also one filled with moments of pure bliss and joy. Stars under a clouded sky. In the rather last years of his life he had developped an unexpected love for the little walks around the city and the old park. An opportunity to meet people and enjoy the little things in life to its fullest. Every once in a while, he would sit at the same old bench to think, to watch and sometimes to read the newspaper. Never truly aware of his surroundings, never truly aware of how dangerous it could have been to walk on the same old pavement and sit at the same old spot. You see, sometimes people live on with the past of the ones they h