Heather's no good, rotten, very bad day

Heather wandered through the park. It was late morning and there was a cool breeze about. It whipped through her long blond hair and caused her blue sundress to flap a little. With a book under her arm and her purse over her shoulder she walked to a secluded spot in the park. Very few people knew about this place. There was a bench and at this time of day a ray of sunshine broke thought the trees there.

A minute later she settled down on the bench and put her purse down next to her. Stretching out her long, toned legs, she opened her book and began to read.