14 Newway close
Emmet sat up
close to me in the car for the rest of the short journey with his arm wrapped
around my shoulder and a stream of reassurance falling out of his mouth like
soothing waves lapping at the edge of jagged rocks slowly levelling them out.
It appeared that I had my mini freak out no
more than five minutes away from Neway close were Esmee and Emmet’s house was, as
expected every house in the Cal de sac was perfect. Every house was semi-detached
with a double garage and a lush green front lawn that was pruned to perfection.
Miniature wishing wells and pounds littered some of the gardens while other had
children’s toys scattered about all of which stood proudly in front of the
white rendered house with dark wood detailing. They were perfect and pictures without
them seeming completely intimidating family homes. Proper family homes for head
nurses and the likes.
“Well this is
us,” Esmee said pulling into the driveway of what I immediacy clocked as the
nicest house. There was something different about it the lawn the edges not so
pruned as the others and fun gnomes hid in flower beds there wishing well was
bright pink, flowers snaked up trellises on the wall sand watered played against
the side of a fountain. It was amazing and pretty. It was alive and growing
though not perfect. It was just like me.
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