A HOME LOOKING FOR A HOME

EKTA SINGH CHANDEL

After a long day, finally Alex had reached the familiar street. Her head was buzzing with information and gossip about her office. Not that she was interested in any of it, but she couldn’t just escape what happened around her all day. She was a part of it, and though, being a writer, she had trained her mind to filter the information, it didn’t help.

As she trudged her way through, straps of her bag sinking into her shoulder, she noticed that one of the homes wasn’t in its place.

Must have gone for a walk, she thought to herself.

She walked further ahead and reached her place. Fishing out the keys of the door, she moved towards the door with her keys pointed, and as she climbed the two usual steps of her porch, she stumbled. She looked up in shock at the wide orange-blue sky, and grimaced, “Not again, H!”

She looked across the street at Joseph, a smiling house that loved sunsets. Without a thought, she shouted, “Joseph, where is H?”

She was dead tired. Disturbed by Alex’s interruption, he rolled his eyes and then replied, “Why are you asking me? Isn’t that your home to take care of!” It wasn’t the first time Joseph was rude to Alex.

Alex was used to Joseph’s rudeness, but today she was tired and so she hollered back, “This is the reason why assholes like you don’t like sunrises but only sunsets.”