Here is Day 9 from Writing 101: Point of View. Today’s Prompt: 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. The man begins to cry. Write this scene. Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.

From the man’s point of view:
He was so glad to be here in this place at this time. His feet seemed not to touch the sidewalk as they walked the path through the park. Flowers were not his thing, but today, he noticed every one of them. And the sun. Bright and cheerful, it improved his day. But could it be better?

He glanced at her fingers, clothed in the engagement ring she had accepted moments before. He smiled, remembering her tears as she said yes and hugged him. What a moment! He promised himself he would never forget it.

The bench where the old woman sat, knitting the red sweater caught his eye. The memory of a day in his past interrupted his joy. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered texting while driving and looking up to see the old lady in the red sweater in the crosswalk. He had swerved, but not far enough and his bumper brushed her. He saw her fall in his review mirror. He had run, but not far enough. Caught, he paid the penalty with time in prison for hit-and-run.

He brushed the tears from his eye and struggled to keep walking, not wanting to let her know something was wrong. What if she found out about his past? Would she still want him?

From the woman’s point of view:
What a glorious day! Her fiancé was such a wonderful guy; she had hoped for months for him to say the words, “Will you marry me?” She glanced around the park. Flowers bloomed, branches of trees waved in the breeze, the sun warmed the earth. It felt so good on her face. And the engagement ring. It felt so good. And it was beautiful! She smiled at the memory of his proposal. A single red rose offered as he bent on one knee and asked, “Will you marry me?” There was no answer but “yes” that she could give!

She looked up at him, wanting to take in every eyelash and every strand of hair that lay on his forehead. She saw him glance at the old lady on the bench, knitting the red sweater, and then brush tears from his eyes. Bet she reminds him of his grandmother, she thought. I’m glad he is a sensitive guy. That will be good in our marriage.

From the old woman’s point of view:
The old woman stopped knitting for a moment to examine what she had done. Should fit my little grandson very well, she thought. It it so much fun to knit for him.

She looked up and saw the young couple walking down the path, holding hands. They look so happy. Wonder if they are newlyweds? She watched as he wiped tears from his eyes. Hmm, I hope everything is okay. Life is so hard. They look so happy, but it is hard to know if all is okay. “Don’t give up,” she whispered as they passed. “Keep settling quarrels and let love reign. It worked in my 50 years of marriage.”


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