There was an ordinary house on West Street. It had a brick chimney with brown shutters. It was empty, for the owners had gone north for the summer. It sat empty until winter, when the owners returned with their things. They waited out the winter then went north for the spring. The house stayed empty until they returned. The house stayed this way,doing the same thing, watching it's owners coming and going. One winter the owners didn't return. The house stayed rock solid. They had been killed in a car accident.
November 17, 2017