~ It seems like Iphigenia has wandered into the garden. She sits down on the grass as she bites into a tomato she picked straight off the vine. The sun is shining. The tomato is ripe, just like all the fruits in Bownes’s garden. Maybe she’ll have some figs when she’s done with the tomato. Maybe she’ll have another tomato. Maybe she’ll have ten tomatoes. Because the sun is shining and, she’s alive. Against everything that should’ve been, she’s alive under the sun. For the longest time, she had considered herself a dead girl, rotting parts put together by divine intervention in an era not her own. But perhaps with the warmer weather rolling around, a new thought has occurred to her. By gods, she’s alive. She’s so alive. More alive than she was back in Mycenae. More alive than she’s ever been. Things are good. She gets to eat tomatoes in a garden while soaking in the sun. What more could she ask for? ~
~ Well, maybe some more books would be nice. But aside from that, she’s more than content. ~













