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A Lane's Return to Lawndale - Part 1
May. 2nd, 2022 08:47 pmA Lane’s Return to Lawndale Part 1
Summer Lane looked at Lawndale from the roadside. She usually hated returning to the place. This time was no different. She sighed. At least Adrian and Courtney were consistent. She didn’t know what to do if they had run off to a different place each time. She looked again; the essence of suburbia that was her hometown hadn’t changed much in the past eight months. Some of the further subdivisions seemed to stretch further towards the horizon and a few new buildings were going up downtown, but otherwise there was no difference.
She took a few photos of the town and then got back in the car. It was time to check in with Trent, Jane and whoever else was at her childhood home.
Five minutes later, Summer arrived at that house. It looked more dilapidated than it did the last time she had been there. She knew why Trent wasn’t looking after it. But she wasn’t sure why Jane hadn’t taken to using the outside walls as a canvas. She knocked on the door. Someone came to it. “Oh!”
“You’re here to see Trent?” the young redheaded woman asked.
“Kinda,” Summer answered. “I’m his eldest sister.”
“Oh, come in,” she said.
( Summer saw that the kitchen, at least, was cleaner than she was used to seeing it. )
Summer Lane looked at Lawndale from the roadside. She usually hated returning to the place. This time was no different. She sighed. At least Adrian and Courtney were consistent. She didn’t know what to do if they had run off to a different place each time. She looked again; the essence of suburbia that was her hometown hadn’t changed much in the past eight months. Some of the further subdivisions seemed to stretch further towards the horizon and a few new buildings were going up downtown, but otherwise there was no difference.
She took a few photos of the town and then got back in the car. It was time to check in with Trent, Jane and whoever else was at her childhood home.
Five minutes later, Summer arrived at that house. It looked more dilapidated than it did the last time she had been there. She knew why Trent wasn’t looking after it. But she wasn’t sure why Jane hadn’t taken to using the outside walls as a canvas. She knocked on the door. Someone came to it. “Oh!”
“You’re here to see Trent?” the young redheaded woman asked.
“Kinda,” Summer answered. “I’m his eldest sister.”
“Oh, come in,” she said.
( Summer saw that the kitchen, at least, was cleaner than she was used to seeing it. )
