She escaped out into the garden to get away from him, but he followed her even though she made it clear with both words and body language that she wanted to be alone. When she sat on the far end of the patio bench and realized that he intended to stay standing near the French doors, content to just stare at her in the growing twilight, she finally relaxed a little. Leaning back tipped her head toward the sky where a choice handful of stars began to trace their outlines on God’s ceiling. Gradually, as the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass permeated her consciousness, her breathing slowed. She began to wonder why she had been so angry with him.
In the Garden – Fragment #35