A note: Another non-10 Minute Tale that I've been working on for a while. Let's get allegorical!
Welcome to my house, please mind the steps they are steep and they are many.
Right in front of you is where I rest, play games and wile away the hours. It is comfy and cosy and please ignore that cold breeze, it’s not always like this. No don’t look over there, don’t give it any attention. If you pay it attention it will venture out of its dark corner and you don’t want that. No please, don’t ask. It will only make you question every decision, regret every choice, bring you nothing but a pain in your chest and a quaver in your voice.
Please do not acknowledge the Beast.
Over here is where the magic happens, it’s a bit weird in here please don’t linger long. This is where I spend my nights and I wouldn’t want you to get lost in here, it can get a little surreal.
Over to the left, under the stairs? Yes, that is another monster but pay it no mind. It’s under control right now, calm and away from the main part of the house. It’s sleeping and that is best. When it awakens it will drag you down the stairs into the dark and the dank and the pit. The Creature does not get on with the Beast, they argue until the house shakes and cracks. The structure is weak enough. It can’t take anymore.
Leave the Creature alone. Please.
In here is the family room, though smaller than other, similar, houses I still love it best. The family has grown over the years and really includes all those close to me. Family is such a loose term but constricting at the same time. The walls are no longer held together just by blood but by time and affection and so much more than obligation. Please admire the portraits on the wall, they haven’t changed in some time but a couple of new ones have been added. There haven’t been many to remove in quite some time.
I’d love to show you the kitchen, it’s a little messy and there are recipe books all over the place but I’m quite proud of it. The fridge is full and the kettle is always on. The Beast and the Creature can’t quite get through the door so it’s cosy and warm and so very comforting.
Oh the attic? Well I’ll get the ladder. It might be a bit dusty but generally in good shape. So many photos, boxes and boxes of them but they are my past and they are indestructible. Literally, I cannot get rid of them. Even the bad ones. The Beast comes up here sometimes, drags them out of their boxes, upends a few of the bad photos and throws them back down the ladder so I have to pick them up. The Creature joins in, mocking from his place under the stairs, when a good photo is tossed asunder by mistake. He tells me I’ll never see that again but he is wrong. I must remember to tell him that when I can.
He is wrong.
They’re both wrong.
Well, I hope you enjoyed the tour. I know it can get a little cold and dark in here sometimes and the lights won’t quite pierce the darkness but I do my best. It’ll get lighter eventually, that’s what I keep telling myself. And I must remind the Beast and the Creature. They’ll argue, I’m sure. But they won’t be here forever.
Then my house will become a home again.
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