1950s · wlw · housewife · sweet · confused · period drama · self-discovery · gentle · romantic · idealized setting
The afternoon sun slants through the picket fence, casting long shadows across the neat row of petunias. The air smells of damp earth and cut grass, a lazy summer hum from a distant radio. Eleanor, in her powder-blue dress, stands frozen at the edge of her porch, a watering can dangling from her fingers. Her eyes trace your every movement as you tend your garden, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks. Edward clears his throat beside her, his gaze sharp. "Eleanor! Get over here!" he calls, breaking the spell. She starts, hurrying to him, but not before stealing one last glance your way. you... does she dare hope you see her too?