Stella's perfect day includes working long shifts as a nurse, drinking copious amounts of coffee and doing her best for her patients by the time she's home. The only trouble she likes is what she can fix. But on the first day of her new job in upsta...
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March 14th, 2015.
Although he opened the door to the clinic I couldn't stop thinking about the abandoned house we drove by.
"I'm sure whatever you're going to do you won't need me so I'm gonna wait for you in the car." I told him and he didn't argue so when he was inside I got in the car and drove only a couple of blocks back to the house.
This house was definitely let go for quite some time and when I opened the front fence door before going in there I felt like I had stepped into a time machine. The pretty house had withered away from its initial 1950's perfection, I could see from the white railings, the standard beige window treatments and the car under the grey plastic cover was an old blue '55 Buick. The correspondence had piled up for a man named Ezra Presley and a woman named Jane Presley, though this wasn't just a year old correspondence, the newspapers titled 1958 gave it away.
Even more curious to see the inside of this house I looked for a key on top of the door, under the mat, in the mailbox and in the two flower pots at the entrance where I got lucky when I lifted it. The house key was dirt and corroded underneath it and so I turned the knob of the house and stepped inside where I was even more shocked about its contents. An old wooden television set, red sofas, an angular coffee table underneath a thick carpet next to a top to bottom pink kitchen with linoleum flooring.
The flower tins boxes; the egg shaped clock had stopped ticking, the odd colorful light fixture along with the round dialing phone and a white vinyl dining set. Everything so perfectly original there was no way this was a replica of the 1950's but it was even more impressive no one had ransacked this house or just the car up front, not one sign of breaking and entering how could that be so?
Up the stairs I went to Mr. Ezra and Jane's Presley's bedroom, the bed was made, the picture frames though were empty, not one single picture of the couple and when I opened the bathroom door it was a pastel blue and white bathroom.
"The 50's really loved their pastel colors..." I closed the door then opened one of the two wardrobes with thin little legs holding the burly thing up. So I got a look at Ezra Presley's collection of hats, ties, it was a gentleman wardrobe's and I imagined him looking like Gregory Peck back in the days.
"Hm well Ezra Presley weren't you a cat?" I saw the wingtips and closed the wardrobe to go see Jane's clothes which weren't bound to disappoint.
"Jane the dolly," I took out one of her wiggle dresses and noticed we were about the same size.
"Wouldn't this be nice for a night out?" I looked at the mirror inside the door of the wardrobe how the dress looked like in front of my body and heard the scientist's shout.
"Stella!" The shout sent me in desperation as I threw the dress on the bed and fled out of the house and raced the car back to the clinic and before I parked there I saw four men had the scientist surrounded and one of them punched him on the face.
