Flash Fiction – Extraordinary Ordinary

He sat on bench in the park, like every Sunday. He'd done so for years, and the older he got, the fewer people noticed him. Taking a sweet from his pocket, he smiled at the new mums with prams walking past, but they twittered on before shouting to a toddler that had wandered off. Two ducks chased each other across the pond. Three dogs chased each other across the lawn. The old man sneaked the sweet to the runaway toddler, with a wink and a 'shhh'. Ever since his wife died, this was his favourite part of the week. A sigh of contentedness escaped his lips. The sun on his face lulled him into a light doze until a passing shadow made him open his eyes.

"Time?"

The short, balding man in the immaculate suit gave a nod.

"Until next week then, bench. Come along, Jenkins."

"Yes, Your Majesty."