A Shelter For Us All
It was green. It was old because there was still a carriage in the carriage house and two stalls for horses. And it was a shelter for us because my uncle loved us all so much.
We felt that the house had secrets. Special hidden staircases that allowed you to appear out of no where. A jail in the basement and tunnels that led you out of the house to cellar doors three houses down by the big old oak tree. The sub-basement had thousands of dusty, dirty old bottles filled with something. Who knows what was in them? And again, more tunnels in another direction. Those tunnels met up with brick walls. Here and there we saw playing cards on the ground with our flashlights. Who would be nuts enough to play cards down here? Exploring inside was much better than hide and seek outside. But, Uncle's neighborhood was changing. All the big old houses were being torn down and replaced with apartment buildings. Where once only one family lived or by our time, one old, old woman lived, now twenty families lived. All tunnels lead to brick walls. And the carriage was gone replaced by a car.
