Entering Aunt May’s orchard required stealth, cunning and a bit of espionage. There were the guard dogs, Ares and Mars, the barbed wire, and the briers and brambles she had planted beside the metal fence as a further deterrent. Nobody dared enter her estate without prior notification. That’s what twelve years of reclusiveness can do to a person.

What’s her story? Some people say she lost the love of her life two days before their wedding. Others say she had a nervous breakdown after losing her only child. Nobody really knows the mystery of lonely Aunt May except Aunt May.

WORD COUNT: 100



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