Week Three: For this week, your inspiration comes from two words (you are not required to use these words, though you may):
Gossamer: noun; a fine, filmy substance consisting of cobwebs spun by small spiders, which is seen esp. in autumn.
Affinity: noun; ( pl. affinities ) (often affinity between/for/with) a spontaneous or natural liking or sympathy for someone or something: he has an affinity for the music of Berlioz.
Willa stood on the sidewalk gazing at the old duplex. The yard needed mowing, and the flower beds wanted weeding. Still, she saw dignity and grace in the abandoned building. The wide porch beckoned a welcome to either entry door. She’d always been drawn to the old homes. That was why she finally went into real estate, to listen to the voices of the homes, and find the proper residents for them.
It was her gift.
She planted her “For Sale” sign in the yard, then stepped onto the porch while fishing the keys from her pocket. For no particular reason, she opened the right hand door first.
As she stepped over the threshold, the house sighed with the pleasure. Memories drifted from the walls, reaching for her. Caressing her with silken threads of full lives and loves everlasting. Warm hearts and laughing family times.
She welcomed the peaceful embrace. Heard yearning in the whispers of empty spaces longing to filled again.
She knew the perfect family for this home. People of life and love and laughter.
Willa smiled contentedly to herself as she finished her walk-through and began to search for the other key.
As she reached the door, the voices of the home became more insistent, “Don't go. Don't go.” They pleaded.
“I’ll be back, and with a family for you.” She whispered. “I promise.”
Willa left the gentle memories behind. She crossed the shared porch and stepped over the threshold of the left hand door.
Her gift hadn’t prepared her for the mirror twin of the other side.