Nola loved this wondrous house that would be her home for the rest of her life. It looked grim to outsiders, as if it would crumble at the first hint of winter. But it fulfilled a voracious desire in her to live in an original space, with its glittering green grasses, where each flower unfurls into a luscious carpet of colors like confetti laying on the ground after a parade.
The round door was a good sign that this was a place where she would find peace of mind and joy. Too many of the homes she and Dean had looked at were cookie-cutter, split-levels full of people she called the “empties,” folks devoid of an active imagination. They sit on their look-alike decks, drinking the same beer brand, trying to emulate each other to fit in.
She liked the uniqueness of her home, and she filled the inside with all the wonderful oddities that she and Dean had collected over the years on their travels and the wind chimes she made from recycled trash. It did not suit everyone, but it was her sanctuary from an outside world that required everyone to be alike, think alike, and live alike to be viewed as “normal.” For Nora, nothing killed the heart faster than normality and conformity. Thus, living in her exclusive oddball house was life-affirming bliss.
A fictional story written for the What Do You See #197 form Keep It Alive by Sadje, utilizing the Sunday Whirl #615 (prompts are in bold print). The Daily Spur prompt is Exclusive.
Help from Heaven 
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