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Lin
I found something old im thinking about restarting. - does it captivate any interest?
Lin perched on the arm of her father's old rocking chair watching the rain pour over the familiar neighborhood from the window.
What was she thinking? She wondered.
The new medications she was on left her on autopilot most of the time, chauffeuring around small bits of unresolved trauma and witty little anecdotes about her happy and exciting life in the city.
The water gathered on the dirt road making puddles that grew to be the length of the white picket fence, the overgrown lawn swamped with mud.
Lin sips her cofee.
How did she end up here again, after she promised that she would never?
"He died, that's how." the words felt like unwelcome visitors on her lips. She had gotten the call 3 days prior from her father's attorney. His wishes to 'give his only daughter the house , the little plot of land and whatever piece of junk she can find to sell in this place'
The movers from goodwill would be there in the morning. And she sold a nice young couple the house for about 30k under the asking price.
Because how do you show a house like this? 'Beautiful living room with high ceilings, I got my very first concussion on the molding around the fire place.' Or 'large eat in kitchen, this is where I learned to walk, and where I got my first broken rib. '
Or how about, 'huge bedrooms, this one is actually where my mother died and left me alone with him. '
The heartache is inbedded in the walls, it cries through the creeks in the floor boards. It is everything that she wished she could forget.
The woman at the the front desk of Hope Haven Donestic Abuse Alliance almost fell out of her chair when Lin handed her a check for the entire sale of the house.
The young couple who lived down the street started crying when she had handed them the keys to the old Toyota Camry.
The young mother had shrieked 'god is so good' Lin bit the irony on her lip and suppressed the urge to correct her, instead she had chosen to admire her young heart and innocent optimism and gave her a handful of her mothers old jewlery, said her goodbyes and started walking back down the road.
She whirled the warm liquid in her cup. Sloshed it against the sides.
What was the point of this?
Lin perched on the arm of her father's old rocking chair watching the rain pour over the familiar neighborhood from the window.
What was she thinking? She wondered.
The new medications she was on left her on autopilot most of the time, chauffeuring around small bits of unresolved trauma and witty little anecdotes about her happy and exciting life in the city.
The water gathered on the dirt road making puddles that grew to be the length of the white picket fence, the overgrown lawn swamped with mud.
Lin sips her cofee.
How did she end up here again, after she promised that she would never?
"He died, that's how." the words felt like unwelcome visitors on her lips. She had gotten the call 3 days prior from her father's attorney. His wishes to 'give his only daughter the house , the little plot of land and whatever piece of junk she can find to sell in this place'
The movers from goodwill would be there in the morning. And she sold a nice young couple the house for about 30k under the asking price.
Because how do you show a house like this? 'Beautiful living room with high ceilings, I got my very first concussion on the molding around the fire place.' Or 'large eat in kitchen, this is where I learned to walk, and where I got my first broken rib. '
Or how about, 'huge bedrooms, this one is actually where my mother died and left me alone with him. '
The heartache is inbedded in the walls, it cries through the creeks in the floor boards. It is everything that she wished she could forget.
The woman at the the front desk of Hope Haven Donestic Abuse Alliance almost fell out of her chair when Lin handed her a check for the entire sale of the house.
The young couple who lived down the street started crying when she had handed them the keys to the old Toyota Camry.
The young mother had shrieked 'god is so good' Lin bit the irony on her lip and suppressed the urge to correct her, instead she had chosen to admire her young heart and innocent optimism and gave her a handful of her mothers old jewlery, said her goodbyes and started walking back down the road.
She whirled the warm liquid in her cup. Sloshed it against the sides.
What was the point of this?
