The Woman in the Window

June 14, 2018

Her husband's almost home. He'll catch her this time. There isn't a scrap of curtain, not a blade of blind, in number 212 -- the rust-red townhome that once housed the newlywed Motts, until recently, until they un-wed. I never met either Mott, but occasionally I check in online: his LinkedIn profile, her Facebook page. Their wedding registry lives on at Macy's. I could still buy them flatware. As I was saying: not even a window dressing. So number 212 gazes blankly across the street, ruddy and raw, and I gaze right back, watching the mistress of the manor lead her contractor into the guest bedroom. What is it about this house? It's where love goes to die.

 

 

 

 

 

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