Disrupted Routine
Jason gazed across the pond from his favorite bench in the park. It was an antique and shaped to the curve of his back (unlike the newer benches in the park that were rudimentary L shapes. He stretched his arms upward, toward the tree above him, then stood up slowly. He tossed the leftover scraps of his sandwich to the 4 ducks that were circling in front of him (2 white, one brown, and one gray). "Same time tomorrow, buddies?" They continued fighting over the floating pieces of bread without acknowledging Jason. He smiled at the thought of them looking like "Hungry Hippos" swallowing white marbles. Necks lengthened and greedy mouths opened and closed until there was nothing left to eat.