From Next Friday's Parlance
When she finished painting the men for the day, she arranged the completed dioramas on a long table by the window, so the midmorning sunlight cast over them. She sat at the table and placed the camera on the surface to keep it steady. Outside, the leaves on the trees were new and pale green. She lived on the first floor of an old house, not far from the house she’d lived in years ago, Mrs. Flores’s house. Just outside and to the left of her front door she’d dug a square of dirt where she’d planted tulips in the fall. Some had come up and bloomed, and some had been eaten by the deer.
From Sister and Brother Enter the Forest by Richard Mirabella