It all goes as hoped, the planned garden passes by quickly and when she reaches a bridge spanning a rushing mountain spring, Rey is convinced she has escaped unscatched. So she slows down, allowing the marvelous structure to be admired as it was intended. Even in the dark, the yellow Plom Blooms shine brightly as they snake their way around the columns and banisters. It looks like a place where lovers would go, where tender words are whispered and soft kisses exchanged.
The blood is still roaring in her ears, so it is not her fault for missing the sound of feet running in the gravel until a deep voice bellows:
“Hey!”
Reset to Default - by me.....
















