The front door was finally firmly closed, the key was given to the agent, and the house was put up for sale. It settled to cope with the silence and emptiness; a sad time.
Wind, rain, sun, and snow continued to batter its exterior as it awaited new owners. There were several false alarms as time dragged on. There is something very sad about an empty house.
Neighbours noticed the coming and going of potential buyers, escorted by the agents,
wondering who will buy, and will they fit into the neighbourhood?
The house wondered, too, as it knew this was a happy place to live.
It stood, waiting for the turn of the key and the joyous voices of a family bringing life back inside and calling it home.
2026 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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