I throw a handful of breadcrumbs from the bridge to the duck pond below. The park is so beautiful at night. Just me and the stars, the pond, the ducks, the wind, the moon, and the trees.
“Park’s closing, ma’am. You need to leave,” says a voice to my right. A bright flashlight shines in my eyes. I turn to face him and he shrinks back in horror. I wonder what my face looks like to him bathed in that harsh light. For a little while I’d forgotten. What I must look like to other people.
“I’m sorry…I…” he sputters.
“What happened? If you don’t mind my asking.”
I turn to face the pond again. “An ex-boyfriend and a container of bleach.” I don’t feel like telling the whole story. Living it was enough.
“I’m sorry,” he says for the second time.
“The park is closing, so…”
“Five more minutes? It’s so beautiful.”
He looks at me again, without cringing this time, and I think he understands.
“Five more minutes,” he says, turning off his flashlight.
I give him a small smile and look up at the moon.