The young woman stood in the garden, clutching a bunch of dead flowers.
"This place needs a LOT of work," she thought.
Looking around, she began to formulate a vision for what the garden could become.
She pictured family and friends sitting around the table, enjoying a Fourth of July barbecue. She would need to make room for a grill. Kids would need a place to play as well.
"I can't do all of this by myself," she thought.
Then she realized that she's been trying to do too many things by herself. Maybe that's why she was alone at...
The drugs were beginning to wear off. Minute by minute the butterflies, those glorious, evanescent, friendly butterflies, were fading. She pressed the earpiece of her headphones to her ear. Pink Floyd were sounding like a noisy nightmare. As she gazed out across the valley, with its endless vista of trees, trees and more trees, she came down to earth with a bump. She should get back to work - artificial props might give her a brief respite, but she had a deadline to meet and a quota to make. Sighing, she pressed stop and slipped her headphones down round her...