Open without warning

May 20, 2014

They lived in a house where the upstairs windows flew open without warning, the wind slipping wispy fingers between frame and sill and flinging open the casements.

She worried they’d come home one evening after work and realize the cat had slipped out on her own, long-desired adventure. Can’t you bolt them shut? she asked. She was not a woman who knew how to do things with her hands.

He held back from answering, though he could have easily solved the problem. But he feared locking the windows would mean settling for a life without surprises.

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