THE HOUSE BETWEEN IT ALL

I remember that day as if it was yesterday. Sitting outside in the iron chairs, the sun melting our skin, the air thick and heavy, the sky hazy. I glanced upon the house watching the sun glimmer on it, like an animal looking for its prey. The house is huge, and is the most noticeable on the street.

I hear the laughter of William and Catherine making their way home after a hot promising summer. I suddenly hear a awkwardly banging sound,...