The Little House

Abstract

You could see right inside the little house. Coming down the street and stopping at the gate, there it was, set off to the side of the garden beside a big rhododendron bush covered with shocking pink blooms the size of a man’s fist. That might have prevented some people looking. But, Kassie realised, straight away, you could still easily see through the windows just by standing there. The flowers only made it seem at first that you might be private.