Viveca

The bitter cold wind made the leaves rush around as if chased by some unknown entity, as Viveca walked down the moist dirt road of her grandmothers driveway on a gloomy autumn day. Her hair blew into her face as she contemplated her reason for visiting. After her husband died thirty years ago, her grandmother had been living alone in this old Victorian house. Preferring to live alone, she refused to be taken care of by any member of the families. The family accepted her decision with little fuss as long as they were allowed regular visits and she called at least twice a week. Two weeks had passed since any word had been received from Grandmother and the family was beginning to panic. Being her grandmother’s favorite, Viveca, had elected to make the six and a half hour drive from their comfortable modern flat in Temecula to the Santa Cruz Mountains to make sure her grandmother was okay.