My Journey

From mind to paper and back again.

Activity 9.3 (1)

on December 17, 2008

He went to see his father to make arrangements to move the furniture

The door slammed as he got out of the car, he hadn’t meant it to though. The path leading up through the garden was lined with roses on either side; his dad was going to miss this little space to garden. The new house has no front or back garden to speak of. He’d have to find a new hobby once he got there and all the furniture was in. The gate swung open silently, the hinges well oiled. Six paces and the freshly painted door was there. He opened it with his key – that would have to stay too.


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