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Ezra was searching through his old paint chipped cupboards looking for something suitable for a ten year old to eat, preferrably something without the words "fiber" or "bran" in the title. Suddenly the power went out shrouding the kitchen in near darkness.
Abigail had been sitting at the kitchen table watching Liam play on the old faded lineolium. She reached into her purse and produced her zippo lighter then she struck the flint and set it onto the table.
Ezra saw the zippo and knew instantly where she had gotten it from. It had been a stocking stuffer her mother had picked out for her one year. Ezra and his late wife had argued about it at the time as he had fobidden his Abigail from ever starting smoking in the first place. But in the end his wife had won out saying, " Maybe if you hadn t forbidden her it wouldn t have been so tempting for her to try."
Seeing it again after all of these years he was glad he had lost that argument. It was a piece of her mother she could easily take anywhere unlike the furniture and clothing that surrounded Ezra daily that he refused to move. He believed she was still in this house with him in some form and this is the way she wanted things. He dared not move it for fear of the wrath of her ghost.
His wife Gwen. He still missed her every single day, so much so that it made it nearly impossible for him to carry on with his own life. He never talked to any of his old friends unless they stopped by just to make sure he was still alive. He let the house go into a state of disrepair to the point it almost certainly would be condemned should the county building inspector spend more then ten minutes in it.
It was also the reason Abigail had left town with Liam 7 years ago. It had been far too hard for her to deal with seeing the same things she had grown up around and not having her mother there. So she had run away and had made no attempt to contact Ezra until today.
Abigail had been sitting at the kitchen table watching Liam play on the old faded lineolium. She reached into her purse and produced her zippo lighter then she struck the flint and set it onto the table.
Ezra saw the zippo and knew instantly where she had gotten it from. It had been a stocking stuffer her mother had picked out for her one year. Ezra and his late wife had argued about it at the time as he had fobidden his Abigail from ever starting smoking in the first place. But in the end his wife had won out saying, " Maybe if you hadn t forbidden her it wouldn t have been so tempting for her to try."
Seeing it again after all of these years he was glad he had lost that argument. It was a piece of her mother she could easily take anywhere unlike the furniture and clothing that surrounded Ezra daily that he refused to move. He believed she was still in this house with him in some form and this is the way she wanted things. He dared not move it for fear of the wrath of her ghost.
His wife Gwen. He still missed her every single day, so much so that it made it nearly impossible for him to carry on with his own life. He never talked to any of his old friends unless they stopped by just to make sure he was still alive. He let the house go into a state of disrepair to the point it almost certainly would be condemned should the county building inspector spend more then ten minutes in it.
It was also the reason Abigail had left town with Liam 7 years ago. It had been far too hard for her to deal with seeing the same things she had grown up around and not having her mother there. So she had run away and had made no attempt to contact Ezra until today.
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