Three
The sun was setting behind the barren cottonwood, throwing intermittent rays of light upon the book’s pages. At half-past six, Luana lifted her awareness from reading to her current environment near a private pond. Her home was nestled on a hillside along the California coastline. The sun signaled dim light turning to night and she lamented having to close her newest pastime to prepare a meal for one. Luckily, she realized there were leftovers from the previous evening that would ensure a limited time away from her new novel. Luana gently set the beaded marker tight at the inside spine. She placed the precious gem on her dining room table next to her iPhone, which had not summoned her in several days.
Living alone had its rewards for sure, but there were those days when Luana yearn
