Spring blossomed on rhododendron, mountain laurel, and dogwood.
“Kindra, I’m for a walk.”
Kindra clinks her nails on her wine glass, “Be watchful for bears,” returning her eyes to her book.
“Cerulean skies with cotton puff clouds. You sure you want to stay inside?”
“I’m rather certain I know my mind at this juncture, take your walk, and enjoy it.”
Cliff opens the door and breathes deeply, “Wonderful air, great smell, you’ll love it.”
“Jesus Christ, will you go already?”