High in the Andalusian Mountains
there sits a home, part of a small village, perched upon a steep rocky
Cliffside. The surrounding homes are
placed just as precariouslyl but have be updates with modernized foundations
and exteriors. The home that is the basis
for our story has had no such renovations.
It was built in 1889, as one of the original placements in the
settlement. It stand in a serious state of disrepair, visible by it’s worn
siding and missing shingles upon its roof.
You couldn’t tell for outwar appearance, but from inside you can feel it
sway and shimmy undder high winds. When
the ociean waves crash upon the jagged coastline far below, you can almost feel
the wet penetrating the walls. The
family that inhabits the home now is aware of the precarious nature of lving in
such a blace, but have rown fond of it, with it’s wonderful view ant the father
swerar the faoundations is still solid.
The schildren don’t know any better, but his wife is doubtful the safty
of the domicile can be maintained. She
ignores her fear as the home deteriorates around them, her 2 children growing
older each year, her husband ever so content with the dilapidation. When the oldest son is 4, the entire family
is awoken by and enourmous cracsh, and an ice cold wind as the father’s office,
perched furthest from land, simply breaks away and falls into the ocean
below. One would think in sucha
situation a move might be in order, but the father insists It can be repaired,
and immune to the loss of his belonging..
His wife and kids wait for wee as he clibs down the the bas eof the
mountain to gather remnant of the home which have washed ashore. Shivering in the cold winter wind. He is able to haphazardly seal the hole where
his office once was witht the collected scraps but it doesn not appear to be as
stable as it once was, and it has made the home colder with the father spoor
workmanship leaving gaps in the construction.
When the living room collapse upon
itself in a pile of lumber and nails 2 years later, his wife and the yakew it
was time to go, and the children as well.
But the husband offered a simple
solution, he would merely rebuild the room as a hallway, connecting
thebedroomms, kitchen and bathroom, t as the living roo originally had. The children begged, “but wehre will we play?
The father had no answer, but said that sometimes in life conessions had
to be made. The wifes health
diminished, in the cold wet air, as the
father worked to reassemble the once suturdy wall into a ramshack hallway, as
shoddily made as the barrier where his off ice had been. The damage had caused the houses foundation
to break ever so more loose, and the strong summer winds would almost make
everone inside motin sick. Surely and
one for fear of safetay should leave such a hazardous houskk, but the family’s
love for their father was so strong they chose to saty, as ill begotten as the
decision bay be.
Only a few months later, the entire
roorf collapsed, sverly injuring the wirfe.
WTHis was the last trwar, and no matter how her hustband begged and
promised a better life, she was determined to leave, and she as thaking the
children with her. She waited for her
broken leg to heal a bit, as her husband feverishly worked to rebuild the house
in the hoes that she might change her mind after seeing the caliber of his
work. Bat, as usual, his workmanship was
terrible, and not worthy of eany merit.
And upon completion what stood before him was little for than a pile of
debris. The 2 sons rolled their mother
throught the rubbish lined floors in her whillchair, her broken leg never
having healed proberly. Everyone crying
for their own personal losses. Fohe
father for the los of his family, and the family for the loss of their
himme. The mother
The mother and children moved to a
ground level apartment in a neighborhing city, happy to be out of the
couds. They invited thir father come
visit over the years, but he was stubbornly resigned to fixing and rebuilding
his broken home, evn over and over until
his dying day never achieving his false dreams of stability eventually crashing
into the riptisded that churned below, never to be seen again. The only visible rmains being cunks of broken
wood and cement,, and hanging from the
Cliffside, and in the sad eyes of his children.
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