100 WC #20 Mr Williams and Roberts

Mr. Williams sat on the creamy brown bench in the park, the paint chipped and peeling, waiting for his wife Mrs. Williams to return. Mr. Roberts sat next to him with his book unaware Williams was sitting there as well. Williams slowly glanced over at him.

“Roberts.” He said to the man politely.

Mr. Roberts looked up from his thick book. He scrunched his nose up in disgust.

“I’ll be leaving then.” Roberts said quietly. He walked away from Mr. Williams leaving him there to ponder about the time of when his wife was going to return back to him.

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