The House
Winter of 2022
On top of the hill, above an ugly town, is a house. Eyes on cloudy days flit that way, followed by frowns and whispers. “Who would live there?” the townsfolk ask each other.
On top of the hill, above an ugly town, is a house. Eyes on cloudy days flit that way, followed by frowns and whispers. “Who would live there?” the townsfolk ask each other.