The Outhouse

The Outhouse The outhouse loomed when she looked out of the kitchen window. She couldn’t deny its rotting planks; rusted hinges and drunken lean did nothing to enhance the manicured beauty of her garden. The garden she was determined would take the top spot in this year’s Talented Amateur competition in the local paper. Precisely askew stepping stones sat in a lawn clipped to within a half inch of its life and smooth as glass. The orderly profusion of her flowerbeds spoke of taming, control.… More information...

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