A peaceful place: EVE

Eve had always loved flowers, especially the calla lilies that grew in her grandmother's garden. They were so elegant and pure, with their white petals and yellow spadix. She used to spend hours admiring them, touching them gently, and smelling their sweet fragrance.

One day, she decided to visit her grandmother, who lived in a small cottage in the countryside. She packed a basket with some cookies and lemonade, and set off on her bike. She enjoyed the ride, feeling the breeze on her face and the sun on her hair. She wore a soft chiffon dress that showed her wonderful silhouette. She was a beauty and a shy kind lady.

She arrived at the cottage and knocked on the door. There was no answer. She tried to open the door, but it was locked. She looked around and saw a key hidden under a flower pot. She took it and unlocked the door. She entered the cottage and called out for her grandmother, but there was no reply. She wondered where she could be.

She walked through the living room and the kitchen, but they were empty. She noticed a note on the table that read: "Dear Eve, I had to go to town for some errands. I'll be back soon. Make yourself at home. Love, Grandma."

Eve smiled and put the note down. She decided to wait for her grandmother in the garden, where she knew she would find her beloved calla lilies. She opened the back door and stepped outside.

She gasped in awe. The garden was not like she remembered it. It was not a normal garden at all. It was a wonderful abstract garden, with only calla lilies. Green and white.

The calla lilies were everywhere, in all shapes and sizes. Some were as tall as trees, some as small as buttons. Some were straight, some were curved, some were twisted. Some were solid, some were hollow, some were transparent. Some had one petal, some had many petals, some had no petals at all.

The garden was like a dream, a fantasy, a fairy tale. Eve felt like she had entered another world, a magical world. She walked among the calla lilies, feeling their softness and warmth. She heard them whispering to her, telling her secrets and stories.

She felt happy and peaceful, as if she belonged there. She forgot about everything else, about time and space, about reality and logic. She only cared about the calla lilies, her friends and companions.

She did not notice how long she stayed there, how much time had passed. She did not hear her grandmother calling her name from the cottage. She did not see the sun setting behind the horizon.

She only saw the calla lilies, green and white.