Prompt du Jour
The Rusty Key
Every old home has its hidden treasures; unexplored nooks and crannies teaming with surprise or, at the very least, dead mice.
The House Nobody Wanted
It was an old brownstone home. 3-stories tall but narrow, no more than 12-feet wide. It had been in the late 1910’s as part of the buildup to war. It was part of a housing project that had sprung up around a shipyard to house workers.
My uncle had died a very old man but probably not old enough to have been an original owner.
I fumbled for the collection of keys in my pocket. It was quite the assortment including one that may have been from my uncle’s last running car, a 1960’s Plymouth.
For better or worse, as the unchallenged executor of the estate, this house would now become my problem to deal with.
Until They Did
There was very little interest in my uncle at the time of his death. Over time I had evolved from a favorite nephew to an infrequent visitor with a family of my own to deal with.
In addition to me and my family there were only a few surviving friends at the funeral, most of them with walkers. As pallbearers we called upon…
