Dec 3, 2018
9 min read
Mr. Smith’s Shed
Light and sound in the dead of night
The golden light shimmering in Mr. Smith’s back yard was all Robbie could see at night after he turned off his bedside lamp. Later, with his parents asleep, the house rested in silence save the whoosh of air pouring from the vents; cool in the summer, warm in the winter. But sometimes, in the dead hours after midnight, Robbie would wake to a quiet ringing, as though…
