The Other Side Of Obsession
Aug 28th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Nothing was as he remembered. Not the walk, with the chipped and uneven flagstones, nor the dusty, desiccated garden, nor the house itself. The two decades had ravaged the property and Stephen immediately regretted its purchase.
As a youth, his mother brought him here on Saturdays. He’d sit in the chamber to the rear of the kitchen reading library books, hoping the owner’s children failed to notice his presence.
The Packards had long since moved on to a much more modern estate. It seemed he was still trying to catch up in a race only he knew they were running.