Morning all. Woke up sneezing my head off, but at least there is the possibility of sun today. It is a dim possibility, but as there were also several road closings from flooding, a few hours without rain would be a good idea. It is however beyond my control. So we will let it be and move on with the morning writing prompt. Timers at the ready and off we go…
I rather like this one. It sort of leans into the other estate themed prompt I did recently. Its shaping up to be quite the mystery actually. This could be made to blend. It wasn’t intentional, but I like it.
Friday, June 23rd: The glass crunched underneath his feet.
The glass crunched under his feet. He looked down, instinctually wanting to avoid stepping on the broken glass. The ground was littered with it and there was no way to avoid it. He looked up. Looking up gave him a view of the skeleton of what had once been a very fine green house.
The glass windows were all in shards on the ground. From what he learned, the breakage was less from time and more from generations of local boys. Apparently it was a big dare among them to sneak onto the old property and throw rocks at the glass windows.
As an adult he could disparage the violence and the property damage. A small part of him thought that it might actually be satisfying. The rock, hefted in hand. The wind up the throw. The connect of rock and glass in a bright, sharp sound and the merry tinkling as the shared fell to earth. He could see the enjoyment in it. Even though he now regretted that if he were going to put this green house back into productive use it would need new windows, windows he would have to buy.
“I wonder if we can get shatter resistant glass?” he asked himself. He didn’t know if the local boys would still be tempted into throwing rocks, but he imagined the expense of having safety glass would be off set by the fact that it would not need to be replaced multiple times.
It was another question on his ever growing list of questions. He was actually surprised by how long it had grown. “Need to work on checking a few of those questions off.”
He nodded to himself and continued his inspection of the former green house. “Or was it hot house?” He wasn’t sure of the difference other than one kept plants that presumably needed more heat than the outside world could give them.
“Maybe David will know,” he mused. David would be arriving later today. He was a contractor and might not know any more about plants than he did, but he did know about buildings. “And he might help me get some of those questions answered.”
That was the hope. He had worked with David on several projects before and knew him well enough to trust his judgement. He would not tear something down if it could be saved, but he would give estimates for both restoration and removal as well as complete rebuild so he could decide what to save himself. His first instinct was to save as much of the old place as he could. The reality was that he didn’t know how much of that could be saved. The property had been owned by the family for many generations but the past few generations saw better things to spend their money on and let most of the property revert to wild while still maintaining the bulk of the house.
Ten til Midnight 