Gelin's Garden: A Narrative Fiction

Slipping on her shoes, she stormed down the stairs of her tall apartment with excitement. Pulling the chain to unlock the huge, heavy, scarlet shaded metal door, she raced out to the front garden. There she is going to meet her neighbor, who she is also friends with. Sitting down on the small wall that shields the garden she waited, looking at bugs crawl all in a trail. Soon enough he had come, wearing a plain ivory shirt and shorts. They sat and talked for a while. Smelling the roses, feeling the grainy dirt underneath their fingers. Sometime had passed while the children had continued in conversation, only stopping to watch an old man coming up to the gate.
He tried to unlock it but failed, admitting defeat he reached into his pocket, emerging with a full fist. The old man outstretched his gnarled hand opening it to what seemed of a white circular object.
Steadily the children got up and walked across the garden to the dull faced, white haired man, he told them it was candy as they outstretched their hands. Both grabbing a piece of the unwrapped sweets, feeling of a smooth texture, and smelling of fresh mint. Unfortunately, the flavor was nothing of mint, but better, tasting very sweet as it crumbled in their mouths they munched, and crunched. With full mouths they thanked the man. His whole face lighting up into a bright smile. It was then he started explaining to the children, that he no longer had any grandchildren to give candy to, to make them overjoyed. With teary eyes he explained to the children that it made him so delighted to see grinning faces of children upon receiving something as little as candy. He hunched back over with one hand behind his back and continued on