She has the best house in the street. People regularly ask if she’s selling.
It is a lovely house. The porch a haven to sit in the shade. Plants in baskets hanging by a rusty nail that’s coming loose. In the living room impressive carved chairs sit full of dust from the street – they let out a plume every time someone sits down. If you sit on them at the wrong angle the seat, and it’s occupant, fall through the middle onto the floor. Between the chairs fake flowers bloom in pink and green sitting in a broken vase. The living room opens into the kitchen. They’ve just put new tiles down. There is a plastic bag over the kitchen tap because the sink is broken and she doesn’t want it to fall through the work surfaces.
She has pictures of her family in broken frames. Three clocks adorn…
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