Location Description

The sun shines down on a purple bougainvillea. The sky is blue, cloudless, as usual. The wind rustles the leaves of the trees and grasses, singing a natural symphony. The chair beneath her feels comfortable, but rigid. Suddenly, her Akita barks loudly, joining into a chorus. Although there are sounds of random cars and motorcycles nearby, she feels serene. She drifts peacefully into the cobwebbed corners of her mind,drinking hot, sweet tea from a red and white mug that reads, “Beware of Female Spies.” Time briefly stands still, as she notices the bloom of a single red rose.