Car park corners
A few years ago I met a friendly lady. She was exceptionally hardworking, had a gentle soul and a quiet demeanour.
After knowing her for a while she one day confided in me. She confided that her favourite place had become the far corner of the supermarket car park - the place no one goes for it is to far to walk back to the store.
The words that followed haunts me still- you see, I can sit there in my car and cry and no one ever knows.
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