The sun feels good on my legs, lying on a lounger watching Ash water his garden. His shorts are hanging low on his hips, his brown chest bare and soaking up the sun’s rays. I lick my lips and stretch lazily. I love his little backyard oasis. It’s starting to wake up to Spring, and I can’t help but look forward to how it will look once everything really starts growing again.
“I should make some sculptures for back here,” I say, thinking out loud.
Ash glances at me and smiles. “That would be amazing. Would they survive in the elements, though?”
“Yeah, I could make them out of concrete. I wonder if I could make it so moss could grow and add to the effect,” I muse. The wheels are already turning in my head as I think about faces peering out of the shadows and sinuous shapes draped in gree
