Satire or fiction: A walk in the park with my girlfriend.

Sachin

**This is a work of fiction based on my imagination and thinking. I had written this while I was missing my girlfriend.

This is the story of something that happened to my girlfriend and me the other day. We had wanted to go out and do something but couldn't agree on what to do.

I suggested going for a walk; we got in the car and walked around the neighborhood streets for about an hour. It was nice getting some exercise, but it wasn't any more fun than watching TV or playing board games at home. So I decided to try something different.

I decided we would go to the park, as one was nearby. "The park?" She said. "What will we do there? It's so boring." She wasn't wrong, I thought. There isn't much to do at a park unless you bring your fun like a Frisbee. So I was thinking of something to have us be able to enjoy ourselves.

"I'm going to surprise you," I said as we got in the car. She had no idea what I was up to, and she became quite bored. So we pull into the park, and she realizes that there is a small pond with a fountain in it. "Oh, isn't that cute," she said, but we still hadn't discussed where we'd walk yet.

So I suggested we walk around the pond. It was pretty nice, and there were ducks on the pond and in the fountain. It was a nice day, sunny but not too hot and still humid from summer. But I had a surprise for her, something that I knew she would love.

"Oh, look over there!" She said as she pointed across to another part of the park where some trees were. "Is that a swing?" She asked excitedly. "Oh, is that where you want to go?" She replied. "No," I said, "I'd like to go there. The other place just isn't interesting."

"Oh, alright," she replied, but she looked a little confused at why we would want to go over there instead of the swing. So we got out of the car, walked across the park, and ventured toward the other area in question.

She was a bit confused, but I didn't mind. As we got there and walked under a big tree, she finally realized why I wanted to go there. "Oh," she said, and I knew what she was thinking. She looked up at the branches and saw that it was perfect for climbing.

"Climbing?" She asked, "Is that what you want to do? Are you sure it's safe?" "Of course it is," I replied, hoping that the tree would be sturdy enough to hold us both. "It's safe," I added.

"I was up there a few days ago, and it's probably even cleaner now! You can climb up into the branches if you want."

I looked at her, and she shrugged and said, "Well, alright then" I smiled and got on the ground and motioned for her to join me. She seemed hesitant, but I smiled at her and said, "Ok, climb up on my shoulders then so that you can get a better hold."

She smiled and did as I asked. I got her weight nicely balanced on my shoulders and walked up the tree. She grabbed onto some branches as she went up but squealed when a few of them broke when she put too much weight on them.

"Whoops," I said, "I think the tree was still wet from the rain a few days ago. I'll try to find you some better branches to grab." I looked around for a good branch and finally found one that was pretty thick and reasonably strong. I grabbed it, and she held on.

As we got to the top, I felt a little nervous that the wind would knock her off, but she held on until we reached the top, where we stopped for a second and looked out at the pond below us.

"Look," she said after a moment, "it's so pretty up here." She was right. There wasn't anything like this view at home. It was great looking down on the ducks and seeing how far they were from our feet. "Yes, it is quite nice," I said. She seemed to have something else on her mind, so she asked if I knew what it was.

"What?" I asked. "Well," she replied, "it's just that it feels like we're in a treehouse or something." "Don't you mean an apartment?" I asked. She shrugged and said, "I don't know what that is. But it feels like we're in someplace I've never been before." I understood her and told her that it was very nice up here. She smiled and said thank you but still seemed a little on edge.

"So," she said, "I'm not sure what to do now. I've never been to a treehouse before." She looked around a little and smiled when she saw the swing set we'd passed earlier.

"Oh," she said. "Maybe we could go over there, and you could push me on the swings." I'm glad she suggested it, as that's why I brought her here in the first place. But I didn't want to tell her that.

So we went across the tree branches toward the swing set. She got off my shoulders when we got there but held tightly to one of my arms as she walked over it. It was a nice swing set with two big green swings, one for big kids and one for smaller kids.

The little kid swing had a sign that said "Do Not Swing," but the big kid swing said, "Swing at Your Own Risk." I walked over to the bigger one and told her that I would push her as long as she wanted to go. She smiled and got in; then, I sat down on the other swing next to her.

"Ready?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "Don't go too high," I added. "I'll do my best!" she replied. I started us off slowly, but we picked up speed as the swing went back and forward. I could tell that this was her first time on a swing set, and she looked like it was a lot of fun for her.

Comments / 0

Published by

Second-year medical student, I always see my life from a positive aspect, so trying to make some face smile by writing some lines about happiness.

N/A
2735 followers

More from Sachin

Comments / 0