PLACES; Eight Place Stories Page 9
by Ralph Bowden
*****
The finished house was absurd. Nothing ‘rustic’ about it, despite the ‘log’ exterior. High, two story, pretentious and complicated, with lots of stupid dormers and roof angles, no attempt at any earth sheltering or solar potential. There were only two small windows on the south side looking toward Ed and Marge’s.
Three security lights lit the whole neighborhood like a Walmart lot all night. Even darkness, along with the woods and land, was destroyed.
The family moved in October 1st, though the landscaping wasn’t done yet. They established a routine. The garage door rolled up at 7 every morning. He left for work in his Cadillac. She left with the kids in the Hummer.
