The thoughts ran thick and fast. The nostalgia. The laughter that the house had witnessed in better times. The pitter-patter of Poppet, the poodle’s dancing toes.
The profligacy that had destroyed it all. The sheer disdain for rules that led to encroachment of the public road for unnecessary expansion of the porch. Finally, the unscrupulousness of the builder in cheap construction material that had brought the beams crashing down when the bulldozers had arrived to clear the encroachment.
Sandy was simply glad he was able to re-purchase the abandoned property and establish his car-repair shop. Life had come a full circle.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Fridayfictioneers .