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The park was crowded with late-afternoon light. She chose a bench near the pond, hoping the ducks might distract her. But the bench was already occupied by a man in a windbreaker, eating a sandwich from a paper bag.

He looked at her. She looked at the ducks. freeuse freya parker

She bent. The wood was warm from the sun, the grain rough against her palms. She watched a mallard dive and surface, shake water from its emerald head. Behind her, the man unzipped his trousers. She counted the seconds. Fifteen. Thirty. Forty-five. A grunt. A rustle of fabric. The park was crowded with late-afternoon light