Watching from Afar
At the rear of the garden, Arthur stood silently. He gazed at the location he had been so fond of for so long. There were changes taking place, and they weren’t positive ones. A fog of despair hovered over him. These gardens, which had served as his canvas for years, now seemed more alien. But he still couldn’t bring himself to go yet.
Watching From Afar
Cleaning at Dusk
Arthur went back to the garden beneath the nighttime sky as the noise from the celebration subsided. Cleaning up after Stuart’s guests didn’t bother him. Being there by myself, cleaning up dishes and cups strewn among the crushed flowers, seemed odd. Every waste item served as a reminder of the disrespect of the evening. Even though it was no longer his profession, he took a silent satisfaction in maintaining the garden’s cleanliness.
Cleaning At Dusk
