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The sun started to drift down the yellow-orange sky and the clouds from the earlier rain had faded away. The sound of young children having fun in the Elderberry Gardens was still going on, with the sound of happy screams gusting through the trees and into the streets around it. Geraldine Parkway was one quite similar to any other. It had regular people, regular shops and regular housing. It was an afternoon just like any of the ones before it. The whole area around Elderberry Gardens were all townhouses, quite pretty and aesthetic ones as well.
A cool breeze whisked through the air of the street and into Adhalia’s shop, she felt that cool chill she always loved on especially warm days. As the clock striked 5:01 on her watch and customers filed out of her shop for the end of the day - she started to close up. As soon as everyone had left, she walked over to the entrance and picked up the few display flowers that sat outside neatly in their pots. She heaved them up with both hands with all her might and placed them back inside. She did that with all of them.
But before she could close and lock the door, her eyes caught a moving van that flew across the road. The van parked in a spare spot on the other side of the road and she saw the logo for Allied moving company pasted on the back of the vehicle. Adhalia saw two men clamber out of the van who then walked across the road to the townhouse next to her. That townhouse that was quite unpopular. Apparently there had been a fire there thirty years ago and it was almost burned to the ground. It was just never rebuilt properly. Of course it’s still usable and safe but it is just very ugly.
Adhalia then heard a man's voice coming from next door. His voice sounded old and decrepit. It also wasn’t English. It was some strange language, one that Adhalia definitely hadn’t heard before. The two moving men seemed confused from what Adhalia could make out from just her hearing. But, she didn’t think much of it, she locked the doors just like regular and trod to the kitchen where she heated up some leftover lasagne in the microwave.
A cool breeze whisked through the air of the street and into Adhalia’s shop, she felt that cool chill she always loved on especially warm days. As the clock striked 5:01 on her watch and customers filed out of her shop for the end of the day - she started to close up. As soon as everyone had left, she walked over to the entrance and picked up the few display flowers that sat outside neatly in their pots. She heaved them up with both hands with all her might and placed them back inside. She did that with all of them.
But before she could close and lock the door, her eyes caught a moving van that flew across the road. The van parked in a spare spot on the other side of the road and she saw the logo for Allied moving company pasted on the back of the vehicle. Adhalia saw two men clamber out of the van who then walked across the road to the townhouse next to her. That townhouse that was quite unpopular. Apparently there had been a fire there thirty years ago and it was almost burned to the ground. It was just never rebuilt properly. Of course it’s still usable and safe but it is just very ugly.
Adhalia then heard a man's voice coming from next door. His voice sounded old and decrepit. It also wasn’t English. It was some strange language, one that Adhalia definitely hadn’t heard before. The two moving men seemed confused from what Adhalia could make out from just her hearing. But, she didn’t think much of it, she locked the doors just like regular and trod to the kitchen where she heated up some leftover lasagne in the microwave.