Fragments of Home
On the outside, you get your usual. Itās that same facade of the next one, which is the same of the next one, which is the same of the next one, until the end of the sidewalk. Charlesā rented home does not stand out and he revels in this. Truckās parked right next to it and thatās how you know where you are, because itās between two houses painted with almost the same shades of gainsboro and laurel green (very very clear gray and very very grey green, for those less into it). His carās more recognizable than his own residence. The porch has a few chairs but only one is used consistently, Koda (his newly adopted dog) either claiming the floor or the love seat next to it. Itās got a good view of the street; he can look at pedestrians and enjoy a good share of afternoon judgmentalism.
Just kidding. Perhaps in ten years.
Upon entrance you are greeted by the living room, and a few more steps ahead a doorframe lead to the kitchen and back door. Itās only one bedroom, connected through a hallway that also links the bathroom. Everythingās pretty small, only essentials. You will see no pictures, no memories in these walls, not only because itās a relatively recentĀ acquisition but because Charles isnāt one for them. But itās not like they donāt because a history to tell, even if itās a short term one. Itās not necessarily dirty, and you can bet everything works efficiently, but thereāll always be an empty bottle here or there and thereāll always be papers and tools in places that arenāt their predestined ones. Layers of dust on surfaces heās not had reasons to touch are other common nuances in the landscape that Charles isnāt the kind to care about how something looks like, as long as it works like itās supposed to.
The windows are lidded with translucent curtains, thicker fabric ones only used when in need. When the lights arenāt on (usually that way until the sun sets), this creates a series of curious sunlight patterns in kitchen cabins or aforementined beer bottles, and in contrast tucks other crevices deeper into dusky shadows.Ā
Koda sleeps on her very own kingdom outside, a house Charles build himself, her castle. The backyard is likely the most fitting place to the word beautiful, that with the maintenance Charles bothers to do to keep it green.Ā
