by Santa Byrnes
There’s a strange little house I pass by every day that’s, well, caught my fancy. It’s a square red brick house set back from the road a bit. The bricks have lost their vibrant new brick color and have faded. Its façade is as non-sequential as its shape. Mirror image windows set on either side of a plain black door while above it a porch door opens onto nothingness.
Every day, like clockwork, a woman walks the perimeter of the yard to the left side of the house. The grey of her sweats matches the grey of the yard she walks in. She sets her pace along imaginary lines, her face hidden beneath the bill of a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes.
But then she disappeared as quickly as she appeared. Was it because the weather became warmer, negating the need for such heavy armor? No sooner had my writer’s mind set about continuing the story she’d started in my head, the building began. Truckloads of wood planks followed the delivery of tall metal posts set ten feet apart along the same perimeter she’d walked. Did the tread marks of her sneakers create a plum line for the builder?
The planks went up next, taller than any man, rivaling the height of the house next to it. Curtains in the windows on the left lifted, seeming to chance a sidelong glance at what was being done right in its own backyard.
So, my writer’s mind began to work out a story about that lady. Who was she? Why come out and walk the same pattern every day? And where did she disappear to? Why did a fence have to go up and why so high?
I thought it would be fun, as a group, to finish this lady’s story. Give me your take on the tale or piggyback on what the person before you has posted. Who’s game?
BIO: My name is Santa Byrnes and I am a contemporary romance writer with one completed manuscript under my belt and one that I am working on at the present. When I am not wearing my writer’s tiara, you can find me at the wheel of my car chauffeuring my children heather and yon to their various activities. I write there. I don my deli diva tiara as co-owner and manager of my family’s gourmet food store. I also write there. As an ardent foodie, I get much of my inspiration for the current series I am working on. My heroines are chefs whose passions for the culinary arts rivals the passions they share with the heroes in their lives.