Day 125: 12 March 2026

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 Short Story -- Moving House


Moving house was bittersweet.

He was excited! He really was. The new house was bigger and just seemed a better fit. This new house probably wouldn’t get as much sun. It faces westerly. But it had more space.

He was also a little sad. Before, he’d been house mates with his best friend. They’d gotten on swimmingly. But by the end he knew he was sort of overtaking the space.

Yes, it was better this way.

So, he stretched toward the sun shining in through the open window. And he listened to one neighbour tell a story to her baby. He heard the kids across the street genially ribbing each other as they got in the car to go to school. And he felt the warmth of the sun on his face.

He’d check in on Celia, his best friend and former house mate, soon.

But today, Jim Bob was just going to enjoy all the space of his new home and the sounds of his new neigbourhood.

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