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Three to the right, once to the left, Calendula, Daisy, Rock. Rain drops splashed on the dirt. The earthy, musty smell released from each impact would usually be a source of joy. Now it meant dirty feet and then the whole process of cleaning them.
Three to the right, water dripped over soaked eyebrows. Once to the left, the salty mess seeped down to a frustrated mouth. Calendula, Rock, Daisy, can't expect otherwise when you are locked out of your own house.
Aah, no one wants to call customer support. Once to the right, three to the left. Ugh, that can't be right the flowers aren't in the right spot.
The rock sat flat and cold in the rain but at least it wasn't muddy. There was a splat as pants met the rock's wet surface. It's great to have a new job and it came with the house but moving in and learning all the rules can be overwhelming for an old cat. The boss doesn't want more work when they hire you. You're gonna get thrown on probation.
No sense beating yourself old fella. Gotta own it.
There were still lights on in the townhall. The covered front porch funneled the rain away from the door. The dry space felt warm and inviting. Heavy rain drops muffled by the roof took on a soothing rhythm. The rumor was that the old door wouldn't let you in if it wasn't your time to enter. The porch wouldn't be a bad place to be stuck.
But, It wouldn't be proper to spend the night on the porch. Help was on the other side of that door. The metal handle squeezed with little effort. The latch turned and released.
(this story continues with the next prompt Home)
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