A place a know in great detail would be my grandmother’s house back in North Carolina. A White House with blue shutters and a blue porch on a street with houses up and down the block. The houses are close enough you could probably smell the neighbors food if the windows are open. Looking from the outside you will notice the  always freshly cut grass and the small garden of flowers lining the walkway up the steps. The front porch has a 2 seater swing that’s coated with  chipped white paint that has been there for years and clearly untouched. As you walk into the home you will see a sitting area that no one ever sits in but its filled with pictures of the family ranging from baby pictures to wedding pictures and cute little angel statues that my grandma likes to collect. During Christmas we use that are to place the tree. That common area has a wide long window that if the shades were open you could see straight through the house. To the right of the common area is the master bedroom and then there’s the living room and that’s where we gather for all occasions and holidays. The master bedroom has window that’s facing the street view. When dark you see the light from the bedroom beaming through the shades. The living room is but so big but we always seem to still gather there in spite of the limited space. To the right of the living room is another bedroom which has a window facing a neighbors brick home. Not the best view but that room is hardly used and to add the bathroom in inconveniently located in that room. Straight ahead of the living room is the kitchen and the kitchen is connected to the laundry room and a door that leads to the backyard. Sadly the backyard has been highly neglected. The grass could probably reach your knees and who knows what kind of creepy crawlers are living in there.

 

My Question about this story is if the wife’s death was not real, what happened to her or where is she ?