His hand seized up and went cold like dunked in ice when he touched the picture frame. Jerking his hand away he shook it out and then turned away from the painting. He tucked the sheet music under his arm and massaged at the affected hand and arm with the other.
“Little carpal tunnel flare, ma’am.” He apologized to the painting smiling over his shoulder at her. “Maybe it’s best if I take a little rest, if it’s alright with you?”
He settled that unplayed score on the piano’s music rack before collecting his drink and food to take it all into the kitchen.
“Should have seen that doctor mom was on about.” He muttered to himself as he walked to the kitchen. If he was being realistic, he was a bit worried about the sensation he’d felt. More icy than anything. What had that been about?
His mind went to the rumors about the place being haunted. He’d seen the reviews on the realty website.
Owen threw the empty Chinese cartons into the trash and leaned against the counter above the sink. He stared through the window facing the backyard and sighed. This was the first time he had lived alone. There was so much space for him. Too much space. Though it was full with an old woman’s furniture. It all felt empty, but not truly empty. Maybe it would have been better if his voice echoed off the walls.
There was just something there there in the silence of the house. He couldn’t put his finger on what. Probably just the weight of all that history on him. He turned around, taking his bottle with him, having decided to go to bed.
Owen paused in the kitchen’s doorway. The frame was marked with lines likely signifying the heights of children that had grown up there. Some had a little letter next to the markings to identify the child. He ran his finger on the last line under the letter J.
“You didn’t get very tall did you?” He asked the line, as his finger moved upwards tracing over those that had surpassed this J in height.
Suddenly something occurred to him. He was in a ‘do whatever struck him mode’ so Owen found a knife in one of the drawers and lined his back up with the door frame. Using the sharp end of the knife, he carved himself a line - higher than all the rest - into the frame. He turned around and worked at carving an O for himself.
“There.”
He fancied himself a child of the house now.
“Little carpal tunnel flare, ma’am.” He apologized to the painting smiling over his shoulder at her. “Maybe it’s best if I take a little rest, if it’s alright with you?”
He settled that unplayed score on the piano’s music rack before collecting his drink and food to take it all into the kitchen.
“Should have seen that doctor mom was on about.” He muttered to himself as he walked to the kitchen. If he was being realistic, he was a bit worried about the sensation he’d felt. More icy than anything. What had that been about?
His mind went to the rumors about the place being haunted. He’d seen the reviews on the realty website.
Owen threw the empty Chinese cartons into the trash and leaned against the counter above the sink. He stared through the window facing the backyard and sighed. This was the first time he had lived alone. There was so much space for him. Too much space. Though it was full with an old woman’s furniture. It all felt empty, but not truly empty. Maybe it would have been better if his voice echoed off the walls.
There was just something there there in the silence of the house. He couldn’t put his finger on what. Probably just the weight of all that history on him. He turned around, taking his bottle with him, having decided to go to bed.
Owen paused in the kitchen’s doorway. The frame was marked with lines likely signifying the heights of children that had grown up there. Some had a little letter next to the markings to identify the child. He ran his finger on the last line under the letter J.
“You didn’t get very tall did you?” He asked the line, as his finger moved upwards tracing over those that had surpassed this J in height.
Suddenly something occurred to him. He was in a ‘do whatever struck him mode’ so Owen found a knife in one of the drawers and lined his back up with the door frame. Using the sharp end of the knife, he carved himself a line - higher than all the rest - into the frame. He turned around and worked at carving an O for himself.
“There.”
He fancied himself a child of the house now.
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