It was the only thing left over from the yard sale. And she didn’t understand why. If she could afford it, it would have been the first thing she would spend her money on. It was plain and “normal”, but sometimes what looks simple is more than that. Plus, it definitely had a story. It must have. Nothing so “ordinary” was every what it appeared to be.
As the sun set, she found herself mesmerised by it. The clear reflection of the garden shed had captured her attention.
Or perhaps it was the flickering light that appeared at its window.
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