Rhythm

Abigail sat on the edge of the fountain waited for him again. She watched children running, parents chasing. She saw the lust of young love and the awkward stance of a first date. They always met here, in the heart of town. Watched the beat of relationships, the pulse of life. She saw her father coming, searching for her in the crowd. Standing she greeted him and they went on their way, just another rhythm in the day.