Park Life

‘Lovely day, love,’ he said, taking her hand, getting closer on their bench. ‘Sixty-five years, eh? Cor.’
‘Yes, Jack. Who’d have thought? Us together all that time.’
‘Yes.’ He gazed at the ducks quacking away ... the kiddies at the ice-cream van, youngsters on their skateboards ... a courting couple under the old yew ...
‘Oh, Annie ...’ he said.
‘What?’
‘Who the bloody hell was Jack?’
Enid sighed, squeezed his hand some more, staring at the pond. ‘I wish I knew, Joe,’ she said.
He watched the ducks again for a bit. ‘Bill,’ he said, under his breath.