And Then Autumn Arrived
And Then Autumn Arrived The feeling of newness to the condo was hard to be avoided. Surely, the construction of the place was over forty years ago, but the interior had been scrubbed and more-than-spit-washed. Darryl realized he had struck a pose in the middle of the living room with a dish rag in his hand and his bald head gleaming with sweat. The last box had been destroyed by his hands, just fifteen minutes ago. Life affords everyone second and third chances. This condo was to become his second. He had no idea what had happened to him back in Washington. Perhaps it was being locked up all winter when the snows came; the summers that had an eerie stillness to them before rain. Whatever the case may be, he cleaned everything, moved what few items he had to Florida and found this fantastic deal on this condo. This very clean and very new inside condo. He walked out to the alley way, folding the box with such precision, that on...
