They unpacked their luggage in the room on the top floor of the old house. The view was magnificent as they looked out onto the flats. Magnificent but disturbing somehow.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She thought about it and looked at his face. A face that she was just now seeing for the first time in so many years.
“Why did you bring me here,” she asked, “to this desolate place?”
“I need to be with my girl.”
“Let’s relax and enjoy the view. Just be together,” she replied.
He smiled. He didn’t smile much anymore.
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The Write Scribe 
Dear Rosemary,
You set the scene well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you!
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It’s always amazing how old buildings and home can bring back so many memories. Nicely told.
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I sense something chilling in the wind…
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Probably, Rowena!
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I’m glad she could get him to smile again.
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