Caroline Peterson
Joined April 2021
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The Flowers of Langdale Lane
In a large yard at the end of Langdale Lane rested an old brick house. A woman wearing a lilac dress and no shoes was hammering a for-sale sign on a wooden post into the ground. Each thump of the hammer pushed it further and further into the ground, and after a while, when it seemed sturdy enough to withstand whatever might come its way, she stopped. She stood in front of it, facing the house with her hands on her hips. She nodded in satisfaction, and went back inside, bracing herself for the inevitable inquiries that she would be soon have to face.
By Caroline Peterson3 years ago in Humans