Clare sits in her car, heater at full blast. She knows she should keep driving but the lights of the house, her home, have her mesmerized.
She looks longingly at her past. The deep snow makes it look as if nothing has changed, the SOLD sign buried beneath a drift.
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A lighted window—symbol of safety, contentment, peace. Gone.
How hauntingly sad. How beautifully expressed.
So familiar and very well written, thank you.
Love this, haunting and lovely all at once.
neat, clean, a fine snapshot, nice focus,
best wishes,
BT