Present
"Well uh... Thanks for coming over. If you ever feel like hugging for a couple of hours again, just come over."
"Thank you. Really. Well you have my number. I'll be seeing you soon. You have a truly beautiful house."
"Heh. Thanks. Not ours for long. We're putting it up for sale. Mum wants to move closer to the kids' school."
Sylvia's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Why, are you looking to buy?" Isaac joked.
Sylvia smiled in the same secretive way she did when the two first met.
"Perhaps."
YOU ARE READING
21 Brook Street
Short StorySometimes things that shouldn't happen... happen. Sometimes the most twisted of things are the most beautiful. Sometimes you just can't move on.
