Quick and painless

Few minutes before Asher's transformation

The humid summer nights seemed to melt into even more humid summer days with air so thick it pressed upon one's skin, hundreds of fireflies all aglow lifted off the dewy grasses, and beautifully decorated gardens adorned with the most precious of ornamental plants so slowly it seemed they struggled against the weight of moisture hanging heavily in the morning dew.

She sat at the chair, gazing through the windows at the morning skies with a cold glass of iced tea, dripping from condensation while listening to the bullfrogs call, the calls which reminded her of the sound loose strings on a banjo might make. First one bullfrog would begin the chorus then another and another joining in until the pond seemed surrounded by them.

She gazed absentmindedly at the skies with a sullen expression, her tearstained face was puffy and swollen in grief. she was growing impatient waiting for Leon and Asher's arrival as she tapped both feet against the floors.