The Basement

They have been dating for a while. It has been a flowery relationship. Although they have had some thorny seasons, a better part has been charming.

Kevin’s lemon juice is the last word in the juice-making industry. It has an unparalleled history. The patronage is mind-blowing. Several times he has been asked to share his recipe secrets which he hasn’t refrained from doing. He has received several awards and honours. He’s been included in the list of the top 100 successful entrepreneurs. Susan, an interior designer, is thrilled with his success.

It was a cool summer evening. Kevin told Susan there was something he wanted to show her. They walked down into the basement. They took a corner that had yellow walls. Susan was startled. She had been to the basement several times but had never noticed the place. They stood in front of a shimmering yellow door. The door opened of its own accord as if it had been expecting them. Susan moved back a bit; she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Here lemon is never a forgotten season,” Kevin motioned to her.
“Wow! This is incredible. Am I in dreamland?”
“No, it’s reality,” Kevin replied as she took his hand.

They took a walk through. The trees stretched beyond her view. Suddenly, there was a shaking and dancing of the trees. Susan clutched Kevin. Some huge creatures came out. They wore yellow clothes.

“Don’t fret. We’re safe,” he pacified her.
The creatures bowed to him. He spoke a strange language to them. They nodded and went back in one after the other.
“Honey, who are they?”
He smiled, “They’re the guardians of this orchard. I just introduced you to them.”
“Please, can we go home? I think I have a headache.”
The next morning she looked at him, tilted her head and smiled. He knew he had a story to tell.