Relaxing on the River

Stress kills. He needed to get away. Relax. Enjoy life. Business would go on without him for one day.

He hadn’t been to the park in forever. Not since family picnics.

He’d read about how the city had invested millions of tax dollars in improving the park. Money partly collected from his business and his sweat.

He found his binoculars on a shelf, got the bird book, and went.

Buildings were painted with graffiti . The river by the dock was a mat of debris and garbage. Flies swarmed over sun-ripened dead fish. Disappointed, he spun around and went to work.

(100 word flash)

Picture linked via Addicted to Purple.

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