As the man walked toward the door, the house gave a shudder, bricks breathed cement, windows shimmied in their frame and the floor boards groaned. Each time the threshold was breached it went through the process of assessing, judging. Once owned, loved, and now abandoned it fought to survive. As the man in the hard hat stepped once more, glimpsing at the demolition crew waiting on the outskirts of the garden, the house gathered its forces. A cold wind wrapped around the construction worker, drawing him closer to the stone, scraping his face on the rough brick work, before expelling him. He was thrust across the lawn, landing at the feet of his colleagues. They began to walk away; there would be no intrusion today.


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