Mark,Your Territory!

It's a sort of half sunny, half gloomy day. Have you had a day like this before?
Everything seems to be sort of in between. You turn right and realised that you are forced by the route to turn left eventually. It's sort of a not right, not left situation. This is a day like that.

Mark was taking his morning walk as usual at 8am. He saw some new cracks on the floor, avoided the broken glasses that were results of last night late boozing affairs at the usual neighbourhood pub. Mark wasn't sure if today would be a good or bad day. He wasn't sure about it everyday. The aroma of the coffee and the sizzling bacon at the breakfast place smelled great as it always does. There's no grey line about that.

There's someone new in the neighbourhood. She looks pretty in her pink polka scarf. A model perhaps or a runway wannabe, Mark obviously enjoying the view. She was sitting poised at Mark's usual bench, looking tall, looking proud.

Suddenly Mark was confused. He needed his bench. It was his. He felt his scent lingering around the bench, especially the corner that she was sitting at. However, the scent was tinted now, with slight feminism.

What shall he do? Be a gentleman? She was there earlier? I was there everyday? Everyone knows that I belonged to the bench and the bench was mine? Different thoughts of different angles rushed to Mark. There's another empty bench at the far end of the field. It wasn't the same bench, it doesn't have the same view, there isn't any daffodils there. Not even one.

Mark went forward to where she is. She wasn't taken back. She had showed no signs of leaving. Mark thought everything was flawless, he had taken all the steps to make sure the place was his. It was Marked! It was Mark's!

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoken. It was decided. As if it was a verdict from the Jury. Come on Mark! Your Territory's been taken. We need to break the routine.

Mark followed. He wasn't sure if he was angry or sad. He wasn't sure if he was excited or not. He wasn't sure. It was an extremely unsure day. He felt like the sun or the rain, both wasn't sure whose turn was it today. He only knew one thing, He had marked his territory and he needed to do it again today. At somewhere new.