Winter Solstice and now we watch one minute of daylight enter our lives ’til spring. Wonderful.
Today’s post begins a WIP.No title, just a story that crept into my head when my granddaughter asked me to help with a project for first grade. “Grans, I have to interview the oldest member of our family and that’s you.” “Thanks a lot for reminding me.” And she began, holding a flashlight her equivalent of a mic, she spoke in a deep voice. “Where did you go to school when you were six, like me?” Like a bolt of lightning, I found myself in front of Volta Elementary School in Chicago, IL, thirty seven years ago. Two days later I began to write. Like all stories, new characters showed up so I ask wewriwa, our community of writers, to help me with constructive critique and maybe a title for this story.
excerpt in eight:
When the new adults -only community was just an idea, the construction company realized a little old house obstructed their plans so the board sent two affable members of the committee to buy out the property and relocate the owners. The young men drove up to the ancient house without paying attention to the carefully tended garden filled with vegetables ready to pick and flower beds of petunias, geraniums, and towering colorful gladiolas. Ignoring the straw baskets filled with red apples next to the door, Frank Randall rang the bell confident that whoever lived in this old dump would be happy to move to a new house.
A trim elderly woman answered the door; “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying,” and shut the door.
“What the?” Frank raised his eyebrows, checked his notes and read, “Mrs. Celia Brown is listed as the owner, husband passed on ten years before and now we convince her to pull up stakes and move because the company will pay all expenses plus new appliances and air conditioning.”.
Again they rang the bell and again she said,“I’m busy, go bother someone else,” and started to slam the door but Max stopped her.
“Mrs. Brown,we work for the new community for adults-only and we’re ready to break ground but there’s one small problem;the company can’t break ground because your house is built on part of the property necessary to the plans.”
“And why should I care about your problems, young man?”
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