Stuart’s Indifference
Stuart snored lightly, oblivious to the world outside his window. Meanwhile, Arthur toiled steadily beneath the brightening sky, moving slowly and deliberately. The only sound in the garden was the rustle of leaves in the soft breeze. Arthur’s hands traveled purposefully across the earth, feeling the weight of history ingrained in the ground underneath. Every deliberate movement of Arthur’s expressed years of respect and devotion to Jared’s vision.
Stuart’s Indifference
Mark on the Map
A week later, Arthur was pulled back to the garden early in the morning. He’d been thinking about the map and its strange marks all week. Today was the day he’d discover what was hidden in another area of the land. Arthur laid his tools down in the cool shade of a grove of giant maple trees, ready to carefully inspect one of the intriguing sites. Jared’s stories appeared more intimate than ever.
Mark On The Map
