The Storyteller

There he was again. The raven-haired boy with the little girl. They came here every day and sat on the same park bench. It was like a strange ritual. The boy would sit there and talk, the girl would listen. They never did anything else. They never fed the ducks or played on the swing set like other kids would. They just sat there, talking and listening. After an hour they would disappear again. Every day.