I took the long way home and walked passed an old house. It was odd, not like the others on the street. It was not modernized, the front yard was not lined with pretty flowers that danced when the wind blew. Its color did not stand out, in fact, the dingy facing begged to be hidden. But I could not look away.
“What’s going on inside?” I asked playfully, touching the weather worn gate. “Are there any secrets you would like to share?” I teased. Slowly, I walked away but before passing, it whispered, “Come and seeeeeee.”
