I Am Not Attracted

Zane led her to the garden of the west wing. The warm rays of sun had filled the air. Dewdrops on the grass blades glistened as light fell on them. The beds were full of flowers. Deep pink Azalea lined the narrow, cobbled path on the side that led to a larger space.

In the garden he showed her a small tree stump that was till the height of her knees and a small table beside it. “Did you make that