Timesplash
“Jay looked around his parents’ garden and smiled to himself. Neat borders of alternating alyssum and lobelia interspersed with bright salvias surrounded a lawn of lush green. A row of stepping stones meandered through the lawn, past the nodding roses where bumblebees hummed and filled their sacs with nectar, to a small wooden shed. Beyond this, peas and tomatoes stood tall over rows of lettuces, carrots and radishes. The sun flew high and warm, cabbage white butterflies flapped idly in the stil...l air, and Jay sat back in a cane chair sipping homemade lemonade. His mother appeared from the kitchen, carrying yet more cake and drinks, smiling as she saw him watching her. He smiled back. Apart from the dull thud of pop music coming from a neighbour’s house, the scene was a perfect idyll. “I don’t know why you can’t just stay here with us, Jason,” his mother said, setting down the tray. “We’d love to have you.” Jay groaned inwardly, but kept his smile more or less in place.MoreLess
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