Northern Fires
“She rented the place. He spotted her truck and made the left onto the driveway, which was in even worse shape than the road. The first thing he noticed, considering it would be impossible to miss, was the assortment of wind chimes, whirligigs and weather vanes scattered throughout the clearing that served as a yard. He parked behind her Land Rover and made his way toward the door. It was a little busier than he preferred, but some of her stuff was pretty cool. Sven took his time, strolling through the assortment. Tibetan prayer flags, strung across the front of a year-round porch, fluttered in the breeze. It should have been a cacophony as the various materials—glass pieces, silverware, wood, copper tubing—produced their own sound. It wasn’t. It all combined and worked to produce a sound that was both soothing and energizing. Before he reached the pathway to the porch door, it opened and Juliette stepped out onto the covered landing. He did a double take, a slow smile spreading across... his face.MoreLess
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