Maire

** Sadness ** She sat quietly on the park bench, her head hung in her hand. Tears silently spilled down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy and her mascara dark and smudged. People stared at her with worried looks on their faces but they just kept walking. She didn’t care, she wanted to be alone. **My Special Place** I slowly walk up the gravel driveway. The birds sing from somewhere high in the trees. The deck at the front of the house brings back memories. They bring a smile to my face. I reach the silver door handle, I open the door. A rush of warm air greets my face. I step forward hearing the floorboards creek under my feet. The living room looks cosy and comforting, with its warm fire going. The aroma of food cooking makes me feel hungry. This place makes me feel safe, a place I have been visiting all my life.