Flowers

Trust is a delicate thing. It can be picked like flowers, but shattered like glass.

Zachary has always had a keen, unreasoned interest in the large old house on the end of Farthing Street. He lives across from it and sees it every day from his window. Its mysterious exterior never changes, not even a leaf on the hedge. Yet he stares at it every day as though it has only just appeared from nowhere. He would do the craziest things just to get inside its gates once and meet the owner.

And he does.

But the owner wasn't what he was expecting. Not at all, and the new development only makes him more fascinated by the place. He is determined to dig into the mind of this mysterious individual.

But trust can be shattered like glass.