"The New Owner Invited Me In" by Katie Manning
The New Owner Invited Me In
Your house is the setting of my earliest stories: where we’d play Candyland at the coffee table, where I’d ride my red tricycle on your porch, where we’d pretend to be farmers with my stuffed animals all over the living room, where I once mistook my uncle’s snore for a bear’s growl in your hallway.
Your house is also my mind’s blueprint for every other house. James finds the giant peach beside my swing set in your backyard. Charlotte spins her web above my tricycle on your porch. Harry Potter’s letters from Hogwarts pour out of your fireplace. Jane Eyre reunites with her wounded Mr. Rochester in your spare room.
Your house is someone else’s house now. The soft mints that look like large teeth are not in a glass dish on the coffee table. The clock — that anniversary gift I couldn’t keep secret — is no longer on the wall. Your jacket and shoes are not in the hall closet. The stories have flipped. Now you are the fiction I imagine in this place.
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