He curled up on the bench with his arms wrapping tightly around himself, his hands inside the thick jacket. It was cold tonight. He could see his breaths turning into little misty clouds. He pulled down his beanie to stay warm, but still made sure that he could watch the path in front of him. Days like these were the best for hunting.
He heard footsteps. His legs twitched and the misty clouds of breaths got excited. Someone was coming. He stretched his legs out of the bench slowly and clenched the knife in his hand. Here came the prey.
I used a word generator to create prompts for myself to practice writing 100 words stories. The word this time was “Bench”.