Sunday Special: The House Yonder I

This here is Mr. Grief, he lives at No. 6266 Despondency lane yonder down the hill, off Salvation Street. He had tried several times to be allocated a house on Salvation Street, but his requests were always denied or maliciously thwarted by the vile Mrs Bile who acted as estate manageress.

All his life, Grief had lived on Despondency lane, he was sick and tired of it. He saw how the other folks lived on salvation Street; they were happy and healthy and he wanted that too. From an early age, he knew something wasn't right, like something was missing and what he needed was right on Salvation Street. He could feel the pull strongly.

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"No, no, you misunderstand me Bile..." Pause
"Uh-huh, exactly..." Another pause.
He was on yet another lengthy phone call with his estate manageress. An outsider looking in would see a shrivelled up figure of a man hunched over a desk phone. He cut a pitiful image, like the world bore heavily on him.

He had grown weary of having to say the same thing over and over without any change. The one sided conversation finally comes to an end and it is with a sigh he returns the phone to its cradle.

He looks out his window, the one looking out on Salvation Street. Oh, how he longed to be there, to be like those happy people, he tries to smile but realises he can't quite pull it off. It's been so long he smiled. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled.

Another world weary sigh escapes from him, how did they manage it, those folks? They laughed and smiled so effortlessly, everything they did was so effortless.

He had lost count how many times he'd sat here wishing for the same thing, a house on Salvation Street, he could just picture it. He feels tired. 

Tomorrow, he thinks, tomorrow, I must go to see the man everyone talked about. The man they called Rabbi.

***To be continued...

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