First Scene
In the glow of morning sun, the young girl flitted about the dew-draped garden. "Hi, good morning! Linda, what’s your schedule for the day?"
Her features blank, the girl lifted her eyes in a quick glance at me and murmured softly: "Morning... I mean to line this whole wall with roses."
She dropped her gaze back to her labors at once, and I slunk away, abashed.
Created Jan 24, 2026/Updated Jan 24, 2026
Created Jan 24, 2026·Updated Jan 24, 2026
