Francine lay her head against the little window next to her seat in the opulent helicopter. Her husband, Brewster, had bought her this last year. She was about 3 minutes and 10 seconds away from her favorite tropical forest. The Jungle was in Papaikou, Hawaii. The woman lived near here while in University and this was her favorite place to do homework.
Francine was certainly not traveling alone, as she was with her butler, Mr. Mousse. He had a crush on her, but he never said anything.
“Have a great trip!” Mr. Mousse said as Francine backflipped out of the helicopter. “Farewell!” Francine waved when she hit the ground flawlessly. Her light blue button-down shirt flapped in the rough wind. Francine was just a little old lady, 78 to be exact. All she wanted was some time to herself since she had the luxurious life of being the wife of Brewster Landau, a famous talk show host who brought in the dough for her family. She strode across the wooden bridge to …show more content…
Her eyes, with the slight sparkle. The sparkle wasn’t natural, of course. The aggressive men photographers, sprinting their way to Francine, catching her at her best and worst moments. She dared to watch TMZ, as that would scar her.
Francine told herself to stop thinking about that and let her mind clear. She thought about sweet citrus fruits and falling coconuts on the beach. The palm tree seemed to greet her as she walked across another bridge, smelling the beautiful violet flowers.
But all of the sudden, she saw something between the palm leaves. I can’t and I won’t think about it. Her mind wouldn’t let her forget what she saw, because when she sat down on a bench, dizziness blurred her eyesight and she closed her eyes. The image. The image of the palm.
A flash lifted her gaze to a tall plant. It was the same thing she saw in the palm tree a minute ago. Her hand rose to her head and she could feel her palms sweating.
Francine took out her phone and realized she had gotten a Snapchat from Mr.
Francine was certainly not traveling alone, as she was with her butler, Mr. Mousse. He had a crush on her, but he never said anything.
“Have a great trip!” Mr. Mousse said as Francine backflipped out of the helicopter. “Farewell!” Francine waved when she hit the ground flawlessly. Her light blue button-down shirt flapped in the rough wind. Francine was just a little old lady, 78 to be exact. All she wanted was some time to herself since she had the luxurious life of being the wife of Brewster Landau, a famous talk show host who brought in the dough for her family. She strode across the wooden bridge to …show more content…
Her eyes, with the slight sparkle. The sparkle wasn’t natural, of course. The aggressive men photographers, sprinting their way to Francine, catching her at her best and worst moments. She dared to watch TMZ, as that would scar her.
Francine told herself to stop thinking about that and let her mind clear. She thought about sweet citrus fruits and falling coconuts on the beach. The palm tree seemed to greet her as she walked across another bridge, smelling the beautiful violet flowers.
But all of the sudden, she saw something between the palm leaves. I can’t and I won’t think about it. Her mind wouldn’t let her forget what she saw, because when she sat down on a bench, dizziness blurred her eyesight and she closed her eyes. The image. The image of the palm.
A flash lifted her gaze to a tall plant. It was the same thing she saw in the palm tree a minute ago. Her hand rose to her head and she could feel her palms sweating.
Francine took out her phone and realized she had gotten a Snapchat from Mr.