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Between You 'n Me...

Talking among yourselves...

By Joseph "Mark" CoughlinPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
Between You 'n Me...
Photo by Nubelson Fernandes on Unsplash

"I think I hear people coming into the house. Can you tell what's happening?"

"I think they're the ones who came to look a few weeks ago. I can hear them talking, they sound familiar."

"You think they may be the ones who buy this time?"

"Might be. Ask hallway what they're saying."

"Hallway is not happy. The people are talking about making changes."

"What changes?"

"Oh my... The kind that tear us down!"

"Well, so much for THAT couple..."

"You don't have anything to worry about, you're an outside!"

"You don't know that for sure. They might expand this way!"

"Ask the bricks, they might know something."

"Ah, you know those bricks, they jibber jabber among themselves and think they're so special because they get sunlight!"

"They're north-facing, the best they get is reflected light off the lawn. Just ask!"

"They got nothing"

"Why am I not surprised?"

"What are you going to do if they take you down?"

"I'd rather not think about it, to be honest."

"We've been through the renovation scare before. That young couple in the Nineties came to their senses before they made any rash decisions."

"True. But all those nails they pounded in us to mount those shelves still sting."

"We've been through a lot over the decades, haven't we?"

"Yeah, many posters and pictures dotted us. You remember that boy back in the Seventies, the one who wanted to be an artist?"

"I wish you could have seen that drawing he did on you. He had some talent. His hand pointing up and the words "One Way" was very nicely rendered."

"He was trying to find his way, indeed. His relationship with his father was rather contentious, though."

"Yeah, if his father only knew what went on with that girl in here while he was out of town, he would have flipped out!"

"And the time he caught the boy being high on pot for the first time? Whooo, boy! Wasn't very smart to try to lie in a waterbed in that condition, was it?"

"Don't judge him too harshly. He was having his own troubles, having been divorced and dealing with a teenage son was hard on him. Some people don't adjust well to changing circumstances."

"Oh, but that incident a decade later with that young girl that lived in here. She thought it was her boyfriend coming in through the window to see her, but the burglar didn't count on her mother rushing in with a pistol."

"What a traumatic scene. With the police and the newspeople tramping in and out, and we actually might have been on the TV."

"I still feel guilty for not stopping him from getting in!"

"Oh, the west window wall speaks! We never blamed you, you know that!"

"But I might have nudged the window frame a bit to jam the window!"

"C'mon, you couldn't have known it wasn't her boyfriend. Once and for all, it wasn't your fault."

"We're getting some buzz from the master bedroom. Those people sound very positive about the house."

"Oh, now the twins chime in!"

"Be nice. They can't help it they have a closet door in between them."

"Okay. Sorry, you guys. So, they sound like they're going to buy the house?"

"Hold on... The agent is haggling with them..."

"I wonder if they will have children? I've always loved seeing children growing and learning..."

"And drawing scribbles on the bottom part of you? Ha!"

"You know, I do wonder if that one boy ever became an artist? And I wish I could have seen what you saw. It was a shame that his drawing had to be painted over. But strangely enough, I can still feel the graphite under the paint."

"And I wish you could feel the streaks of the afternoon sun warming you like it does me. It's a beautiful sensation."

"North is right. I get some off the window frame, and it radiates all around me."

"We get jealous of all the attention you three get. The closet door gets more action than we ever do."

"Hey, here they come. Let's listen in."

"Talking about making us a nursery, that's a good sign."

"It's too bad they have to come and go. We only get to see a brief part of someone's life, and we never know where their lives went."

All the walls agreed, it was a shame they didn't get to share an entire life with a human occupant. But, they felt hopeful that this family will stay around.

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About the Creator

Joseph "Mark" Coughlin

Mark has been writing short stories since the early 1990s. His short story "The Antique" was published in the Con*Stellation newsletter in 1992. His short story "Seconds To Live" was broadcast in the Sundial Writing Contest in 1994.

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