by Sarah Clemens
The car grumbled to a stop at the end of the gravel driveway. The three-day car trip was finally over. The gas station food and bathroom stops were all behind them. They were home. The house might have been filled with someone else’s belongings, but they owned it now.
The house looked like a postcard from the outside. Small shrubs lined each side of the driveway as it suspiciously winded its way to the front porch. The grass was wet with dew after the recent rain.
As though looking at a piece of abstract art, Dean and Elizabeth both leaned forward in their seats toward the dash and squinted from inside the window of the car. Their eyes moved from left to right, making sure to take in every detail that first met their view.
“It’s gorgeous.” Elizabeth peered out from behind the car’s windshield.
With her eyes squinted and her mouth opened slightly, she studied every feature of architecture as though the house would greet her with an exam before allowing her to enter. She broke her concentration from the house and pressed her hand to the passenger side window, looking up and down to visually imprint every detail that awaited.
She slowly rotated her body until she was peering over her shoulder and then out the back window of the car, following every inch of the perimeter. She strained to see what other fascinations awaited on Dean’s side.
He, too, had been studying each feature of the surrounding area. He turned back to find his wife eye to eye trying to peer around his head.
“Honey,” he chuckled. “It’s our house. We can get out and look if you’d like. Of course, I’m fine with staying in the car, but I think the view might be better outside.”