The naked truth: A short story

A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman. WordPress writing 101 challenge


Mary sat on the bottle green bench, her little place of quiet belonging, where she came to get away from a world that became more hustley and bustley with each passing year.

The click-clack-click of her knitting needles soothed her soul, a soul that over its 96 years had learned to find contentment in the simple things in life.

She paused a moment, letting the knitting rest on her lap. After stretching and soothing her gnarled fingers, she glanced down to check the small, soft, red pullover for any imperfections. She smiled, it was the perfect size for another great-grandchild, due any time soon.

Mary closed her eyes momentarily and turned herself towards the warm sun. She let the golden heat of the sun warm her near translucent skin and her weakened old bones. Utter contentment drifted through her.

Suddenly, she felt someone was watching. She snapped her eyes open, feeling momentarily vulnerable.

A  young couple were approaching. They weren’t walking,  more marching, staring straight ahead. The stares, that she knew she had felt, were no longer evident on their faces. They clutched onto each others hands, each one seeming to need to cling to the other in order to regain their stiff composure. She swore she saw a tear make its way down the young man’s face.

She immediately understood the cause of their painfully obvious discomfort. Instinctively, she dropped the tiny knitted pullover into the carpet-bag that rested against her legs, a silent gesture, an attempt to lend them some support.

She nodded to them, reassuringly, but the couple didn’t notice. They just kept marching, staring straight ahead, failing to see the simple beauty all around them.


I cannot be here. I cannot be doing this. Why did I let him talk me into this. I want to be safe at home.  Ok. Ok. Just breathe. Breathe. Bre… . Shit. I mean, here? Here! I know I have to let go a little, get out there, but this park has always given me the creeps. Keep it together Kate. Keep it together. Focus. Focus. One step in front of the other. Keep walking Kate, keep walking. Keep breathing. Keep…. What the hell is that noise. Click-clack-click. God. Where is it coming from? What is it? Oh. My. GOD. she must be nearly 100. She’s knitting! Those needles. Urgh.  I think I’m going to be sick. What is she knitting? Oh God. Oh God. It is tiny. It’s so little. God. I can just picture everything now. It’s all flashing before my eyes. It’s so vivid. It’s just so. So….I know: hold onto Joel. That’s right. The bastard dragged me out here in this state, he can damn well make sure he gets me home. Hold onto Joel. Hold onto him. WE can do this together. We can do it. Shit. She’s seen us staring at her. God. She’s dropped her knitting.  She must know I was staring. Just don’t look. Keep walking. Is Joel OK? Is that tears streaming down his face? I knew he couldn’t do this either. Come on Joel, keep it together, we can keep it together. We can do this. Keep walking.


“Hey. Hey Rick. Hey. It’s me.

“Yeah. Yeah Rick, I’m doing great. Really good, but I’ll do the niceties later. ‘Cos Rick, I’ve got something to tell you.

“Eh, what was that? Mate,  I don’t give a monkey’s about your car!  I’m calling to tell you, we only went and did it.

“Nope I’m not kidding. Anyway, it was all your idea. And it was a great idea.

“Ha ha ha. No, don’t be a prick Rick,  not in the middle of town! No, no, we drove out to that park in the hills. You know, the one that’s been there for ages?

“Well yes, yes, of course she was apprehensive. So was I, if I’m honest. But we just held hands and marched right on through like we owned the place.

“Yeah, yeah it was quite hard to keep it together at some times. I mean, mate, at one point there was this woman, sat on a bench, knitting. Knitting! CLick-clack-click. Just her, her knitting needles, and this teeny tiny red jumper.

“Yes, tiny. I mean miniscule. It certainly wasn’t for her. It was all red and fluffy and just you know there, on her lap, you know…er…strategically placed, if you catch my drift?

“No, I am not shitting you. And mate. She must have been about 200 years old. When I saw her, I could barely keep it together. We just tried to walk past, like we were mature normal adults, comfortable with our bodies and then BOOM. As if to prove what idiots we were being, she dropped that knitting in this weird old bag and there she was. Just sat there, stark bollock naked, well, not bollock naked, but you know what I’m saying. So there she was sat, with it all hanging out, just nodding and smiling at us. You know, like she was cheering us on!

“Ha. No. No mate, I could not keep it together. I was laughing so hard inside. Kate was squeezing onto my hand so hard, trying to shut me up!

“No, no, the old girl didn’t hear me. But if her eyesight had have been up to it, she would have seen those tears rolling down my cheeks. It. Was. Hilarious.

“Yeah, yeah I think Kate’s forgiven me. Afterwards, we both admitted the whole experience was quite liberating really. Neither of us could stop laughing once we’d got back to the car and got our clothes back on!

“Er no, Rik, I don’t think Naturism is really for me. I would definitely have to agree with you there!

“No, I couldn’t believe Kate did it either. She’s full of surprises that one, ain’t that the truth.

“What, what’s that? Oh, Oh very funny, yep, yep you are right. Ain’t that the naked truth!”



6 thoughts on “The naked truth: A short story

    • Abby Boid says:

      Hee hee. Yes, perhaps the ending came from a bit too far left of left field! Glad it raised a smile though – felt some of my posts have been getting a bit miserable lately!


    • Abby Boid says:

      Thank you very much 🙂 And thank you for adding a twist to this challenge – I was really slipping into sombre and moody posts in response to the challenges so it was nice to reset the brain a bit.


    • Abby Boid says:

      Thank you! You know, it was so hard to write the man’s bit. I know lots of men all who are lovely and different and unique so I have a lot of material I could draw from, but he just kept becoming some macho stereotype. Weird!


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