Sophia Bower
Stories (2/0)
An arm and a leg
The For Sale sign at 236 Wallace Drive, Jolley Cove, was erected before anyone on the street knew that Eleanor Felton had kicked the bucket. None of the neighbours made much of an effort to find out what had happened to her, because – and not altogether cruelly – none of them particularly cared. They called the house the Fortress of Solitude, its imperial iron gates encasing the tall magnolias that surrounded the corner house. That Martin and Eleanor Felton had a good deal of wealth was all but assumed to anyone who set eyes upon the place, even if only from beyond the gates.
By Sophia Bower3 years ago in Families
February 3, 2020
It smelled different. There it was, his usual place, and hers right beside it, where they left the water and the food. She followed as he walked over there. He bowed his head, and grazed the bottom of the empty water bowl with his nose. Her tail brushed by him as she sunk into the bed, where the weathered rubber toy and tennis ball lay just as she had left it. He joined her. Above them, a hand turned the tap and warm water flowed out, hitting the ground and trickling into a gentle stream away from them. Then, they rose and drank. It was their place, still.
By Sophia Bower3 years ago in Families