Sitting on the bench was an old man, he was hunched over but pulled his head back to gawk at the children. Beside him was a woman with a buggy. The buggy held a tiny baby boy wrapped in soft blankets.

“ So, which ones yours?” Said the woman, gesturing to the children in front of them. The man shifted his weight to stare at the woman; his cold grey eyes pierced into her in a way that caused a shiver down her spine.

“I’m not sure yet,” he grunted.

Silence filled the bench, beyond that was an eruption of laughter and screams. Children played on swing sets and climbed over bars without witnessing the curse of the old man. He stood. With sudden abruptness, the woman stood alongside the man; she couldn’t trust him alone, but she couldn’t trust him with her and her baby too.