The lilies flopped in the cut glass vase, dropping yellow powder, brown flowers, and leaves in a swirl on the glass-topped cabinet. The cabinet stood between two pedestals with marble statuettes of the Goddess Aphrodite. Behind, a graceful banister curled downwards to the small foyer. On one side was a conservatory leading to the lush gardens beyond. On the other side, was a breakfast room leading into a large, open kitchen that in turn led into a dining room and then living room. In front of the flowers were two large oaken doors that opened to reveal a graveled driveway that circled around a fountain that plashed water into its stone bowl. Around the driveway and out to the right, the drive went straight down the hill and curved left at the bottom, where it exited onto a country road. If you turned right, you headed in the direction of Wales. Turning left took you in the direction of London and the train to Paris.
–Cynthia Haggard writes short stories, novels and poetry. During the day, she is a medical writer and owns her own business. For more on her creative writing, go to spunstories. For more about her medical writing services, go to clarifyingconcepts. (c) 2009. All rights reserved.