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Short Story Sunday #26

Prompt: Describe a scene as seen by an old woman whose disgusting and detestable old husband had just died. Do not mention the husband or death.

It wasn’t a very pretty view.

The grass was yellow as it hadn’t been watered in a long time. There were weeds growing almost as tall as I was since it hadn’t been mowed, either. The black top driveway was old, bumpy, and had the autumn leaves covering it No one had been around to blow them out of the way. Trash was sitting on the side of the driveway. It kept piling up, but no one was around to take it to the curb so the garbage men could pick it up. I sure wasn’t going to haul the heavy, smelling garbage down to the side of the road. That wasn’t my job anymore.

The two-car garage looked as though it was in pretty decent shape. However, the right car door was dented. I remembered I accidentally backed into. Boy, did I hear about that for a long time. I was never able to forget that; especially since it never got fixed. It was too expensive and because of that we were never able to use that door again. Our two-car garage became a one-car with a fancy dented door for decoration.

The house itself didn’t look as though it was fine shape, either. No one had been around to take care of the outside and I knew for a fact that no one was around to take care of the inside, as well. So I knew the inside was old, dusty, and most likely moldy. The outside of the house looked terrible and I hoped that it looked better than what the inside probably looked like. That way, people walking by wouldn’t think badly of the house. The brown shingles were falling off, part of the roof was caving in on the left side of the house, and the front screen door was hanging off its hinge. I didn’t care enter the property to take a peek at what the back yard deck looked like. That think had probably collapsed long ago.

The house was too much for me to take care of alone, so I moved out as soon as I ended up by myself. Coming back to the house brought back a lot of memories. Mostly bad, but some of them were good as well. I didn’t want to stay any longer, but I figured I might as well look since I was walking by.

The sight wasn’t pretty. After about five minutes of standing there, I finally walked away. But as disgusting as it was, I immediately began to miss the view.

Words: 427

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Born and raised in Massachusetts, Rachel Poli is a writer and blogger. She has an associate’s degree in Early Childhood Education and a bachelor’s degree in English Studies. She enjoys writing young adult novels, middle-grade, and children’s picture books. She is currently working on her first novel.

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