My friend Billie found this in Melbourne. We thought we’d try writing a poem or story about cousin Lily as a shared project. Who do you think she is? She looks tired or sad. Or is she just afraid of those massive plants?
She looks like she might be sitting on a suitcase. Is she arriving or departing?
I think perhaps she is leaving and is sad to say goodbye.
ETA, actually maybe she has just arrived but is locked out and her husband keeps taking photos and she is just sick of it “Harold if you take another photograph I will scream!”