Down the narrowing view of Raymond stands an Art of carefully built houses,a suburb surrounded by the scent of cool nourished soil and the flora uprooting from deep within it.Mrs Wilson

Jane

was the sweetest being in Kleinberg.She together with her husband were filthy rich but no one was as humble as the two combined.Everyone loved Jane for her joyous energy,it never changed...no one could tell when she was sick or enjoying a good day's mood.Mr Wilson was surely blessed,not only with a beautiful body of a wife but with a woman who made his house a home.On the good days,Jane would settle in one of her favourite spaces of the house.She would then begin by encouraging the oven to elevate the warmth of the atmosphere.With her face so bright,she worked her ways around the paraphernalia of her kitchen.Jane was good at blueberry pie,she must have been born for it.You could describe hours as minutes if you were spending time with Jane,a day with her was never a wasted one and so being around her only made the horns of a clock move faster.

　　"Honey don't forget about what I mentioned earlier on.I'll see you when I return from work".Chris

Mr Wilson

had a smooth semi-deep voice.

　　"Okay,don't let that woman bother you,you know how I really feel about Kara.She wants to be all around you now and I've seen it."

　　Chris giggled and kissed the lips of his beautiful wife,the sensation always felt new. He left for work and Jane stayed in the kitchen to make a cup of tea.She took a few walking steps to the living room,followed by a little dance to the remote that was on the polished wooden table.Boredom let her play music,she was bumping on "Is this love" by Bob Marley and the Wailers.She sat on the chubby cream white carpet,faced up and closed her eyes.Memories played like a tape in her mind,thoughts of her young life were chasing and she was delving in the troubles she'd gone through to get to the life she was now living.The song stopped playing,well it was the end of the song.She snapped out of her little world and came back to reality.The playlist was dominated by Bob Marley,it reminded her of her father,Karel.A tall dark skinned wise man.He died of heart attack,back then Jane's life was crumbling.Her father was the only person who had loved,protected and raised her.She had never known what it felt like to have a mother,her mom had been murdered just five months after giving birth to her.She was white with brown hair,a mixture of German and British.

　　After a few songs Jane stood up and wiped the salty water running down her cheeks.

　　Looking at Karel's framed image hanging by the wall-

　　"I wish you were here to see how I've grown to be a beautiful, responsible girl.I miss our small talks,you are in a safer place now...and hopefully looking after me"

　　Tears rolled down again as she was mumbling to herself,she could not control her emotion.It was was always this time of the year when she'd have cry spells.

　　Poor Jane was all alone,it was pretty clear.The enormous house,loads of cash and all of that to share with no one except her husband.Why was it like this,why was she so loved yet lonely?A woman as generous did not deserve to be living like this.

　　Maybe she enjoyed her personal space,some peace of mind and sometimes some privacy.

　　Time increased it's pace and the sky turned dark.She ran herself a hot bath,threw all sorts of bath bombs in there and let them dissolve in the water.It's a secret as to why the natural her smelled so florist and flawless.Jane slowly took off the white towel that was hugging her slim brown-ish body and meekly raised one leg into the tub followed by the other.

　　"Hughhhhh"she took a deep breath and kept quiet,as if she were tired from a hot day's hard work.What could have possibly got her lame?,she was home till sunset.Her body absorbed all the goodies from the water.