The Lost Ones

In response to the Point of View Writing Assignment.

Scene:
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.


The Man
Today, like the end of each day, we went for a walk in the park. Each day is getting cooler and cooler so we were holding hands very tightly. The day was supposed to end very peacefully but as we were passing through the park, something shook up my heart. As we were walking through the park, I saw an old woman knitting a small, red sweater. It reminded of the sweater that my mother had knit for me years ago. I had received it as a present for my 7th birthday. Our family was very poor and as the days were getting colder, it was very difficult to stay warm at school. Because my mother could not afford to buy the yarn, she would ask her friends for left-over pieces and would knit us colourful sweaters. Twenty years after her death, as I watched the old lady knit a sweater, I really missed her.

The Woman
As we were walking through the park and talking about our day delightfully, a weird thing happened. I noticed tears in my humorous husband’s eyes. Minutes ago, we were making jokes about his new assistant and suddenly, at the glimpse of an old lady knitting a sweater, I saw him cry. I knew there was only one thing in this world that could make him cry so suddenly. It was the thought of his mother. If she was alive today, she would be about the same age as that old lady. I held his hand tightly, wrapped my arm around his back and nodded, “it’s okay.”

The Old Woman
I was knitting a sweater for my granddaughter when I saw a couple pass me by. They looked a bit old but they were holding their hands like 16-years olds. As they were walking away, I saw them holding each other tightly with arms around each others’ backs. I wish that my loved one was with me today to hold me tight.

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