This is a tale about a woman. No one special or distinguished. Just an ordinary woman. Where does her tale begin? Where does it end? Where does it continue? Those, answers cannot be readily and apparently discovered. Why does it matter? It’s just an ordinary woman. But is her being ordinary not extraordinary? In and of itself? Where will this ordinary woman’s life go? Where has this ordinary woman’s life gone? That, herself asked directly may provide the answers. What role will she play? What role does she play? Who is she? What is she? Where will she go? How has she gone? So many questions, so many things to be gained. So much to learn. So much to explore. So much to share. So much to gain.
Risla was working during sunlight hours in a nice, friendly miniature supermarket store, walking around stair-format layered shelves of fruits that included apples, pears, citruses, and more when a thunderous noise erupted outside.