Most of the benches in the park bore little plaques, In Loving Memory Of… but Helga’s favourite bench had no sponsor and even the oldest of those who worked in the park couldn’t recall a time it hadn’t been there.
It had been Helga’s favourite bench since, as a child, it had become a magical sailing ship, a place she would dream of other worlds. Now in her nineties, it was where she sat, watched the world or dreamed a little in the sun.
They never did discover who removed the old bench the very same day Helga went missing…
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