She stands in front of her new home. Big but old. Looking like those houses in movies that are immemorial and classical. Giving the glimpse of atavism.
Everyone stare at the old beauty and murmured different compliments on this house. While Hannah feels a twitch in her stomach as she observes something mysterious in this house. She takes the deep breath and all of them step forward.
Mathew her father stands in front of the door as he takes out the keys from his pants pocket while Katherine her mother is standing beside him noticing the dirt and dust all over the big ancient door. She touches the door and jerks the dirt off .
Aunt Rachel looks here and there getting a look of garden and the porch. While the kids make circles on the dirty windows and peek inside for letting the curosity eat them.
Finally when the keys are out and with the sound of click, the door opens. The mysterious house welcome them all with a dirty but cool breeze. Everyone cough while Hannah enters first then kids pushing the elder backwards.
Hannah takes a whole view of the hall in front of her. Big wide hall welcoming her.
There are two big old sofas already placed in the corner with a round table near the windows and the curtains closed. A hookah is placed near one of the sofas and the empty dirty bottle of wine dropped on the sheets of table and two glasses giving the harmonious glimpse of the place.
She takes one of the glass in her hand and she could smell the perfection and elegance of the person who had used that glass she's holding. She finds it interesting and uncanny.
She stared outside the window from where she's standing as she cleans the dirt with her hand. She sees two kids playing football outside in the neighbours porch.
She feels something familiar, touchy and domestic. Although the house is full of dirt and dust she inhales deeply taking the scent in herself when suddenly her mother comes and rubs her arms.
"I know it isn't easy for all of us to adjust so easily-"
"No mom I'm fine its quiet soothing here" Hannah cuts her in between and steps forward towards the kitchenette where she sees the old glasses hanging in the corner of the wall.
She steps out and notices the long glass door from which she can see the long dinning table with 12 chairs around it.
The golden sheet is shinning under the dirt giving the sight of simple and well proportioned area. She steps forward and gets a quick look over the sofas and a table and a TV with an antenna on its top and the vases around it.
She smiles and checks the old paintings hanging on the walls, some are small and some are big.
Finally she reaches the stairs, as she put one step over it, she feels the clicking sound like if someone coming downstairs with mid 2 inches heels fastly. She stops and gets backwards. But then again she puts the step forward and start climbing the stairs. She finds herself in the second floor where she took a long glance over the hall.
Again the sofas and table. Vases and paintings. Curtains and windows. Two rooms opposite to each other. She remembers that she didn't see the rooms downstairs but she just shrugs and opens the door of one room. Luckily it's already opened.
She enters and a sweet cologne hits her nostrils. She closes her eyes which forces her to take the deep breath inhaling the beautiful scent inside. When she opens, she sees the beautiful yet symmetrical room. A bed, two sidetables a moving chair with table on which the half burned ashes of cigarettes are placed in the ashtray. Two glasses with finished wines and window just like downstairs.
She feels the austereness in the room.
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General FictionThe story of a girl or a journey of a writer becoming famous? Hannah Maria Jackson is a writer, works in a country's famous company, earns a good amount of money and helps her family to raise. But currently she's going through difficult situations b...