The woman stood on tiptoes to reach the wicker basket
Which had been placed
on top of
It came down awkwardly.
Banging her shoulder on the way down.
Before becoming settled on the floor.
She picked it up from the handles.
And carried it into her office.
Placing it down on the beige carpet.
Before kneeling to unbuckle the straps on either side
and lifting the lid.
Looking inside, before standing up and making her way over to the A frame style desk, where she took the first stack of paper from the fake leather in-tray and returned back to the basket.
Placing it neatly into an orderly pile,
and then returning back to the desk
and replicating the process
for the other three trays too.
When all the paper was secured in the basket,
she closed the lid,
re-did the buckles
and went downstairs.
The woman took her card out of the wallet and swiped at the checkout.
She didn’t take a receipt but did take a bag.
She bundled the groceries and exited the shop, making her way to the black SUV waiting for her and lifting the hatch to place the groceries inside.
The grass was soft.
If you sat for too long it would leave a mark on one’s dress, so the woman decided to use the rug.
She took it from the picnic basket, laying it on the ground, taking it ever so close to the edge of the water, but not quite enough for it to get wet.
Once the blanket was perfectly positioned, she sat feeling centered.
Looking at the blue sky, feeling calm in her body, and knowing that the time was right.
She leaned over.
Took the manuscript from the basket.
And then lay gazing into her reflection on the water.
And sending each page off into the lake to be dissolved.
Finally, when the last page had blurred the ink on the pages into nothing recognizable,
she slipped away.
Back to where she came from.
Marking the end of the story once and for all.