Myrtle and Pearl: a story for your amusement.

Elena Tucker
5 min readFeb 12, 2020
by pasja1000 on Pixabay

Myrtle sat down on the wooden bench, in the middle of the park. Late November wasn’t the best time for being on that bench, in the middle of the park, in upstate New York, but Myrtle loved fall and winter, had a super thick down coat, warm hat and gloves, two pairs of woolen socks in waterproof boots. And that’s not counting her sweater over a long-sleeve shirt, and fleece-lined jeans.

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Elena Tucker

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.